Bamp

‘Shut up’ hissed Gwilym. ‘Don't be so rude! He's a great old bloke. I wish he was my bamp.’

Bell went back to Wales and my stayed with me. A week later Dave's brother, Ann Jane, mum and me went to lay Dave's ashes at the same spot where his mum and dad, my nan and Bamp had been laid.

[I] might be a builder ... or a carpenter ... Might even be an engineer.... My Bamp does it. He’s an engineer