This morning is morphing into the pace of yesterday........
this is what happens in a village
As I cut all of the barbed wire from the top of the pig's enclosure, the red faced Welsh farmer speeds past waving cheerfully from his land rover window as he does so
Auntie Gladys is sat at her dining room table polishing her brass....she has had visits from six neighbours and friends already this morning
The fresh bread down at the new village shop is selling as fast as the home made pies did yesterday, and Peter has just ambled past the cottage with his trusty black Labrador in tow, he always lets me know if he spies any foxes down the felin.
Pippa's leggy mongrel chases rabbits noisily around the deserted old Churchyard as the guinea fowl scream at her from the safety of the wooden fencing
and at the bus stop Meirion and Mrs Jones (pen-y-cefn) are waiting patiently....they wave shyly
This is Trelawnyd
Sounds like the opening scene in an old Elstree Comedy film, John.
ReplyDeleteIt does feel like this sometimes tom...or is it just my romantic, film orientated, psychi!?
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely picture you paint. And where, in the midst of all this, is Miss Marple?
ReplyDeleteI think a documentary on your life in the village is called for....ring the BBC! xxxxxxxxxxxxx
ReplyDeleteThe gentle 'caw-caw' of the seagull echoes across the rooftops.
ReplyDeleteDrunken youths clamber down the rusty, scaffolding tubes swaying precariously in the cold breeze, their laughter ringing through the lanes.
Now we hear the sound of the huge UPS van graze the bricks of the little houses as it squeezes through the narrow streets at high speed.
The stonemason stops his intermittent chipping and swearing to answer the door, shotgun in hand.
Another fucking candlestick arrives at its destination...
This is Bath.
lol chris...I do so feel there is a book in the making
ReplyDeleteSounds like a nice day though. :)
ReplyDeleteWell that certainly sounds like a lovely morning.
ReplyDeleteLife's all about perspective, isn't it John? I love your village.
ReplyDeleteYour village is beautiful and your heart is kind.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely town. m.
ReplyDeleteJust how I picture it. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteThat's what marks out life...all the ordinary rythms.
ReplyDeleteHere it's the neighbour singing in the dawn as he goes down to cut cane for his cattle, the guy driving down to his goat farm an hour later, the light plane to the coast passing over at coffee time...
Can't talk now. Packing up all my belongings and hubbie too if I can convince him it is indeed safe to fly. We're moving to John's village, Get the kettle on
ReplyDeleteYou paint a lovely picture in the mind, John. The photo of the village isn't too shabby either!
ReplyDeletethanks all
ReplyDeletethe village isnt Walnut grove out of Little House on the Prairie
but it DOES have a pace all of its own
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You have described perfectly the wonderful easy pace of life in a village (give or take the odd tooth and claw).
ReplyDeleteYour descriptions make this sound like such a perfect life (well, except for murderous pigs, dead chickens, and the like). Have you ever heard or read "Prairie Home Companion"? You live the Welsh version.
ReplyDeleteI think I know Mrs Jones. Unless of course there's another one!
ReplyDeleteYou live in a wonderful place.
ReplyDeleteIt's a lovely snapshot John!
ReplyDeleteI might steal your idea as I am having trouble getting started on a post recapping my holiday weekend.
I thought of you this weekend. One of the movie channels was playing Trail of the Screaming Forehead.
I didn't watch it, but what few minutes I saw, made me wonder if you would like it.
meggs.
What I wouldn't give for that life, John. Minus the mutant pigs... are they all that aggressive? As I have a dream of owning one on a nice plot of land, one day. If I could prevent my husband from eating it, that is.
ReplyDeleteNice to know that all is quiet on the Western Front.
ReplyDeleteI really need to read your blog everyday to push away the nasty news that surrounds us and know that in the world there is a place named Trelawnyd.
Any chance there's a job for an old ER nurse? I don't know if it's your pictures or writing that makes me want to pick up and move there.
ReplyDeleteIf this is what heaven looks like I'm going to try harder. :-)
Thanks John
Oh lord, I wanna live there. Just down the lane so I can come visit the chickens every day.
ReplyDeleteHere it's growling motorcycles being test driven as they leave the service dept...
File drawers clanking shut...
Salesmen vying for customers and working deals...
The UPS truck screeching into the lot...
And the heat shimmering up from the blacktop...
PS what's a 'felin'?
felin is the valley brook down ourlane
ReplyDeleteLike all villages, your village looks sleepy on the outside but has a busyness under the hood, and I love the way you describe with such affection.
ReplyDeleteI'm with Donna... time to pack my bags. I've lived in the heart of Prairie Home Companion territory, and loved it dearly, but the Welsh version sounds ever so much more pleasant. Mayhaps I could convince the new shop to carry my soaps and herbal bath salts, giving me an excuse to wander past the menagerie!
ReplyDeleteKatie in MN, who plans to fly the coop in 4 years, once the boy heads off to University
I was just going to say, who is paying you to write this John?!
ReplyDeleteIt sounds so lovely.....and I am sure it is! And you are probably responsible for some of it being so.
kate
ReplyDeletethe new shop is set up in a back storeroom!
I think designer bath salts may be a big ask xxx
Just lovely. xxxxx
ReplyDeleteThat sounds so lovely. Have been lurking and reading your blog for a while now but this last entry I just had to comment.
ReplyDeleteThe village looks beautiful! Thanks for visiting us in Finn's world - great name, right? Have a great day!
ReplyDeleteI love the format of this post. Good idea and I may have to steal if from you.
ReplyDeleteSuch a pretty little village!
ReplyDeleteWhen are you going to write a book?
ReplyDeleteI'm waiting.
Farmer
Lovely to be part of a vibrant community. Thanks for giving us a glimpse.
ReplyDeletemegan
Sounds lovely John... idyllic. Love those stone fences and all the green. Everything here is turning brown! :)
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