The dove house at Gop Farm just West of the village
Its the way of the world.
I had this epiphany when I was reading the Trelawnyd & Gwaenysgor Community Council Newsletter this morning and mused about things as I scraped mushed avocado from the front of my least favourite walking Dead T shirt
As I see it, the village hierarchy has changed over the years.
A strong family of matriarchs and an incredibly strong willed patriarch have made way for a more eclectic group of people who now populate the community council and the newer and more dynamic Community Association.
The council now has two women members! and has the unenviable and most boring remit, constrained by process and policy, of working within Council rules.
I do miss being on the council when The Red Faced Welsh Farmer was a member as his rants and conspiracy theories relating to perceived in house shenanigans always proved to be incredibly entertaining interludes from the stuffiness of official chit chat!
The new Community Association has communicated it's pitch just right I think, as it is relaxed and good natured group who likes to have fun.
This year's successes include the huge Carnival. Social Nights at the Hall, The resurrected Flower Show and the bouncing and very healthy youth club and coffee mornings.
A credit to the association's cool-as-a-cucumber chair, Ian P!
The village Women's Institute is doing well as is the art group ( who are making Christmas Decorations this Wednesday) and the Folk at the Hall (http://www.therecordjournal.co.uk/) is going from strength to strength with the dynamic Kelda at the helm
The Male Voice Choir (http://www.trelawnydmalevoicechoir) is still hanging on despite lower numbers in their ranks whilst the school seems to be as busy as ever!
is this surprising given the fact we all moan that we are all too busy to do anything!
However some changes are sadder than others to adjust to. The future of the Church with its small but incredibly loyal congregation is in the balance now that the vicar has retired, which worrying and
the chapel on London road has now been sold and will be made into a family home.
I had a conversation with a friend while on holiday about the need of being a part of something bigger.
He wanted to organise some sort of urban allotment group or a street party meal in order to get like minded people together and I remember chatting about things I feel a part of
family and friends are a given, as are, ( for me) my work team, Samaritans and Choir.
But being a part of a village is unique
as Mrs Trellis once explained and I quote
" The village is a dysfunctional family that actually works"