Fond memories of the Menai Bridge control.
Neatly bearded fellow in stripy shirt serving cyclists at the counter (in the church hall in earlier days). "Are you weally fwom Exetah?" I replied in the affirmative. "I'm the new vicar here, we're glad to have you among us."
Ifor, on duty stamping cards, greets me with "Nice to see an old-timer!", chats away in Wenglish, stamps the card, continues chatting, glances at card. "Oh dear!" [what's the matter, Ifor?] "Oh dear! What should I do?" [what is it, Ifor?] "I've stamped it upside-down, what should I do?" [It's fine, Ifor, don't worry] "Oh dear, oh I'm sorry, are you sure?"... etc.