A few observations of the day
Pat, animal helper was making a Simnelcake and needed a dozen more eggs,
Gentleman farmer Ralph scouted down the lane on a little quad bike looking for 2 lost sheep
Joanne walked her dog around the Marian, like me she still has a troublesome cough
And as Margaret and her sister brought fresh flowers to the new graveyard
and Auntie Gladys polished the glass bowl in her front room window
I talked to Bob on the icy pavements near High Street while a familiar battered old red landrover caught my eye as it sped towards Lloc
It was the RFWF's landrover
I had not seen it since he died
The sight of it tugged at my heart just a little
Yes, I'm sure it would do that. He must have been a kind soul to have someone like you feel some sadness. Deb
ReplyDeleteHe is still making his presence felt.
ReplyDeletea day in the life of Trelawnyd...happiness and sadness
ReplyDeleteYes, the most mundane things can bring back the strongest memories... I have a simple mixing bowl that can bring back the fondest memories of my Grandma. Hope you have more memory making days, good ones.
ReplyDeleteCat
agree with Cat. The smallest, simplest things.
ReplyDeleteThat read almost like poetry, John. "Trelawnyd on a Thursday". Here's to many more like it!
ReplyDeleteThank you x
DeleteWho was driving the LR?
ReplyDeleteJane x
I suspect it was Ed the RFWF's son x
DeleteThe grandest honor one can give or receive - being both remembered fondly and honestly missed - once departed...
ReplyDeleteA beautifully written vignette of a Thursday and a life John.
Issy
I know that feeling John....
ReplyDeleteYour ordinary happenings sound like a life well loved. Sad and wonderful that you can still feel the presence of someone passed.
ReplyDeleteA vivid little word picture of village life. Very evocative, John. There's a poet under that scruffy exterior!
ReplyDeleteI love post like this. A morning in the village.
ReplyDeletecheers, parsnip
Of course it would. That's understandable.
ReplyDeleteLovely post, John. *hugs* ♥
My friend, I can certainly understand how that would have tugged at your heart. Reflective thoughts and an old red Landrover.
ReplyDeletePeaceful wishes and at almost four in the morning, I reckon I should try to get some sleep.
Gary
A day in the life...
ReplyDeleteI presume the Land Rover was not the one in the above picture; I can understand your emotion.
Now that's a vehicle with character, battered and experienced. New cars always look a bit upset to me.
ReplyDeleteOf course it tugged at your soft heart - as it would that of anyone worth knowing.
ReplyDeleteCars, tractors and old houses sometimes look like sad faces. You write some great poetic prose John. Love the picture of the landrover. Think it would look great at your open garden.
ReplyDeleteThat Land Rover looks on its last legs (wheels?) to me John, but then - like people - Land Rovers can be on their last legs for many years.
ReplyDeleteThat number plate must be worth a bit of money, looking at it dispassionately. EZ ('easy') 500 (a 'pony') - any horse lover would love that.
ReplyDeleteThese are my favourite kind of posts, short and sweet like you John. No only joking, what I like is little bits of trivia, day-to-day observations, small bits of news and gossip.
ReplyDeleteThat is one battered Landrover. It's certainly been uphill and down dale a few thousand times. Just how old is it, I wonder?
ReplyDeleteYes, those everyday items associated with someone take on new meaning when the person has gone. I nearly burst into tears when in a thrift store, i espied a cookie jar like the one my mother had. It came home with me.
ReplyDeleteI can see the Red Rover moving with the same authority and kindness RFWF used. It still seems to have the same driver.
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