|Trelawnyd sheltering against the gales|
The Church bell started to ring fairly early this morning which threw me slightly as I couldn't quite work out why it was doing so. The penny dropped that it was Ash Wednesday when I left the cottage to deliver eggs, as tiny knots of the village congregation braved the high winds and battled their way down to the Church.
The village looks deserted today.
It always does when the weather is bad. The daytime population of Trelawnyd is probably confined to a hundred or so over 65s, forty schoolchildren , and a few odds and sods like me who either work odd shifts or do not work at all.
|Mrs Trellis hurrying home|
Apart from a few home carers, the village's elderly warden, the school's staff and a handful of guys based in the industrial units just outside the village, the village offers no employment . The employed population getting into their cars earlier today to weave their way to nearby towns, or across the Welsh border in order to work.
This was always the case, even in times gone by... but then the workers caught buses down to the likes of Rhyl, ambled down to work in the three village shops, bakery, pubs and numerous local farms or made their way, sometimes on foot, to the Coal mine at Point Of Ayr, a few miles to the North...
In , say, 1940s the village population was higher than it is today, and the daytime population was much more visual, with housewives going about their daily business .Today, apart from a few cars, and the diminutive Mrs Trellis hurrying home , there was absolutely no one to see...oh I am so looking forward to the nicer weather.....the warmth brings the village to life
off to work later