70 Years On.

I like to think that this snapshot of  Trelawnyd winter circa 1940 was taken on Christmas Eve. It shows the village vicar with his daughter and one of his bullocks,braving the snow in the fields of the rectory.
The rectory fields, bullock and indeed the vicar are long since gone now.....only the daughter remains in the village to this day, living in a house a stone's throw from the church in which her father preached.
I rather like that continuity .....

A storm lashed Poultry village

I wonder who will look out over the site of the Ukrainian village after we are gone? Ultimately the graveyard will extend down into the field and the bones of chickens, pet dogs and old joan the cat  will mix in with the dead of Trelawnyd, Dyserth and beyond....
I am glad , when this happens, I , for one will be lying in the field, the field in which I have spent
So much time and energy.
The Ukrainian village is deserted this morning ,; another storm from west has sent the hens scurrying for cover amid the houses and forced the sheep to hide against the hawthorn hedges.
In 70 years time....perhaps when the new owner of Bwthyn -y-llan googles " the Church Glebe"
This odd little photo of an odd little village will pop up out of the internet mist.