It was by complete chance that Mr Dwr pushed the button on his Kodak Instamatic taking a snap of this tranquil pastoral scene near the bus stop in Cerrigydrudion.  For he had captured the exact instant one of our communication links opened to the crew of Cymru III - at that time orbiting Callisto. 

Our space engineers have adapted existing fax technology so that we are able to replenish the crew with certain extrememly lightweight foodstuffs - beef & onion crisps, for example and Netto cornflakes, and fag papers.  And very thin biscuits for the dog.
We do try to vary which telegraph pole we use for our transmissions so as not to annoy the daytime tv viewers of our lovely little one-horse townette.

Mr Dincs was so eagle-eyed on this same day that he also spotted the deliberate mis-spelling of Cerrigydrudion on the bus stop sign.  This is not, though, because Conwy borough council had run out of Letraset "G"s as suggested, but is deliberate to confuse enemy troops in times of warfare.  You can't be too careful, what with the EU common market and everything.