A Pack Of Welsh Wolves

 

Regular readers will know that I seem to have an eye for the sweetest of small human moments. I’m recalling one such moment now, from the village tea party of a few weeks ago. 

A friend to many in the village , is a chap called Nick

A bright and lively man, Nick, is facing a rare neurological illness which has affected him physically and psychologically, but still he arrived with a friend to the party and seemed immediately surrounded by more male friends from Trelawnyd. 

I watched them carefully, and was reminded of the close bonds forged by the male pack members of a wolf family. 

Without fuss, one friend brought a chair, another a drink and yet another put a gentle hand on a shoulder as they chatted away, watching the band play and the visitors gossip. 

As one pack member moved away, another took his place and for a group of Welsh men, not always known for their emotional intelligence , I saw a great deal of love and care in those simple interactions. 

I too joined the pack circle that afternoon, and thought at the time just how lucky I am to be a part of such a group of such genuine people .