Last night I went to my first Community Council Meeting.
It was quite formal and was precisely "chaired" and at times I had to stifle a fit of the giggles when I was referred to by the Chairman as "Counsillor Gray"
There was a reason for this.
My Father, was always a big Councillor. He loved his committee work and was Chairman of the Council in Prestatyn for many years as well as being a bigwig at Prestatyn's Conservative Club and the local Rotary Club
The only Councillor I ever knew was Councillor G.R. Gray, my father!
It was weird hearing the "title" repeated, especially given the fact that my father died over 20 years ago
As a kid, I would never have believed that one day someone would refer to me with the same title and this in turn got me to thinking of where our "family" name will finally end up. My brother has a son called Jonathon. He is the only person that could carry our family name onwards. True I have several male cousins that will also carry the Gray line forward, but for our immediate family, only Jon will carry the flag so to speak.
I find it surprising that this bothers me . Perhaps it is a male thing? Women that marry often give up their own family name without a second thought, and for some families the family name disappears totally after the wedding.....I guess last night...I caught myself having a little bit of a rummage down memory lane , just a little after all , on a very basic level......you name does define you somewhat doesn't it?
Gray is a surname usually of Scottish origin, and may refer to many people.
Also, there are many people in Ireland with the last name "Gray" that are not of Ulster-Scots heritage. It can be an anglicized version of the native Irish Mag Raith (other versions of this Irish name are McGrath, (Mc)Grew, McGray, (Mc/O')Graigh and others). In England the name is often of Norman origin, stemming from the town of Grayes in Calvados, France.
Constance Shows Her Metal
After getting home and dodging the rain showers I walked the dogs on the hill behind the village and had my first opportunity to watch Constance in full..BULLDOG mode.
Up the hill there is a house that has a very large and powerful bitch. The dog is often let loose in the garden and the garden is not totally fenced in from the road. Several times when I have walked my dogs, this dog which is clearly motivated through fear, has ran barking out into the road to attack the terriers. So far, I have positioned myself between the waring parties and have kept them apart with a loud bellow and a swift kick out at this unsocialised animal but I do remember once when it was actually being walked with its male owner,it actually pulled him across a country path to barrel into William and Meg before it was dragged off..
Today Constance was with us, and as the aggressive dog bounded around the side of the house barking ferociously she raised her head and marched forward to face it. The terriers answered the dog's angry barks with a hissy fit of their own, so I pulled them back and on impulse I let go of Constances' lead.
The bitch stopped dead as Constance gave her the dead eye stare and without a pause she adopted a strange stiff legged walk and deliberately took half a dozen steps forward with her head held high.
The dog barked loudly again and backed up a few steps. Constance followed with her little piggy eyes hard as flint. The dog circled on the spot and retreated behind the house gates still barking......Constance followed slowly, and for a few seconds there was a standoff before the bulldog gave a little jump forward and bellowed one long,low and very LOUD "woooooof".
The dog bolted and legged it around the corner of the house with Constance in pursuit......and there was a long silence.
I called out sharply and moments later Constance walked nonchalantly back out of the garden with a swagger Mae West would have been proud of. She walked directly into the middle of the now silent terriers who crowed around her like kids in a playground.........! and the alsatian bitch didn't show her face again......
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| Constance asleep sat up in the car on the way home after her altercation |
Shamed
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| Post night shift dog sleep |
There are a couple of nicely kept allotment plots situated right in the centre of Trelawnyd, and this morning both were being tended to and kicked back into pre planting shape by their owners The Camerons and The Smiths.........I stopped to chat and stated I felt dreadful that my own plots were so behind theirs!
I must admit I do envy not having an "on hand" neighbour with which to banter with. Allotment owners can be a strange breed. competition between plots can be subtle but is always there...so when one plot has a nice row of cloches...the other is sure to follow........it is not pettiness at all.....it is a healthy competitive drive and remains great fun!
Craig over at dykesedge allotments makes me smile, as his allotment is the perfect example of what I term is a UBER-ALLOTMENT! It is fantastically ordered and neat, and has the ultimate shed to die for ( complete with solar lighting , decking and no doubt an Ikea kitchenette and secret stash of whiskey next to an arm chair)
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| Beat that Alan Titmarsh! |
Saturday Smut
Last night , before the musical, we had a chance to wander around Theatre Clwyd's art gallery. Some of the exhibits on show was by an artist called Anita Klein (http://www.anitaklein.com/) and it took a minute or so for me to remember that we had bought one of her original works a decade ago when we were in Sheffield.
Now we don't usually go in for humorous smut (Hey ho!)-most of our paintings are Miss Marple-ish watercolours- but there was something quite warm about this piece which now graces our spare bedroom.........
off to work
Guys And Dolls
You can tell when you are in for a real treat of a musical, when the entire cast of 22 walks onto the set and not only can sing, dance and act, they actually perform all of the music and do so with some gusto and talent.!
Guys and Dolls, I always think, is not an easy musical to perform. It is a fairly long piece,with shortish musical numbers so the actors need to be able to act with some talent as well as be able to belt out a show stopper or two.
Last night's performance at Theatre Clwyd was a stonker and real quality and I was surprised that two of the smallest roles stole the entire show from the four excellent leads .........Johnson Willis (playing Sister Sarah's grandfather Brother Arvide Abernathy) sang the haunting "More I cannot Give You" quite beautifully and brought the auditorium to a standstill and the rotund and impressive sounding Susannah Van Den Berg brought the house down playing a scene filling Cuban air hostess who actually says nothing!
Having said this, I loved the set and staging too (Libby Watson)..... without any breaks in the production the action and music flowed at a joyful and cracking pace.......and the standing ovation from the Welsh audience at the end was pretty impressive to say the least!
Anyhow enough of this back slapping, tonight I am off to work....bummer!
Guys and Dolls, I always think, is not an easy musical to perform. It is a fairly long piece,with shortish musical numbers so the actors need to be able to act with some talent as well as be able to belt out a show stopper or two.
Last night's performance at Theatre Clwyd was a stonker and real quality and I was surprised that two of the smallest roles stole the entire show from the four excellent leads .........Johnson Willis (playing Sister Sarah's grandfather Brother Arvide Abernathy) sang the haunting "More I cannot Give You" quite beautifully and brought the auditorium to a standstill and the rotund and impressive sounding Susannah Van Den Berg brought the house down playing a scene filling Cuban air hostess who actually says nothing!
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| Rosie Jenkins as Miss Adelaide and Ben Fox as Nathan Detroit |
Anyhow enough of this back slapping, tonight I am off to work....bummer!
Mother Love and Community Council
They are, I will admit beautiful animals, but they are also hefty and destructive predators that will damage flower beds and hedges as well as killing any single hen that can be cornered on their nocturnal exploits.
Cora growled gently at me but sat firm on her six eggs and as I checked each one gently for cracks I could only marvel at the plucky mothering instinct these little scraps of birds exhibit when they go broody.
Every spring a handful of my hens have chicks.and with their little brains no larger than an average peanut, they seem to possess all of those enviable mothering emotions , such as concern, pride and affection for chicks no bigger than a cotton reel.
It is a little miracle of evolution and it never fails to move me every time I see it.
Cora's eggs were all intact, and she looked absolutely fine when I checked her over. She fed and drank briefly then settled herself down onto her eggs with a low cluck as I weighted her hutch down with some heavy rocks.
Next week I attend my first Community Council meeting.
I applied to fill a vacancy on the committee before Christmas and was very happy to be accepted Way back in 2005 I promised myself that when we moved from city to village, that I would make an effort to join in with community activities. Now, I am not a particularly committee orientated person, in fact the bread and butter meetings that were the stuff of management within the NHS used to drive me insane, but the older I get, the more interested I have become in what goes on on my own doorstep and I would like the opportunity to learn more about what community decisions can be made at a grass roots level...
My friend Nigel, suspects that the meetings will be something akin to those seen in .The Vicar of Dibley......he may be right....but I will keep my thoughts on this one, strangely to myself!
Camilla the actress
Last night Camilla the Duchess of Cormwall arrived at Grey Gables (.BBC Camilla story)..she had a "nice chat-et" with the velvet voiced Caroline and waxed lyrically over the too-good-to-be-true Ian, and his shortbread........before popping off to another engagement....but short as it was, her appearance in the 60 year old soap was indeed a bit of a coup for the BBC and I think another small coup for her personally. (Although Camilla, it must be said that you should not give up your "day job"!)
I like Camilla. She is what she is! a lady of some privilege with a warm personality and a slightly gung ho attitude who doesn't push herself or her thoughts too much down the publics' throat.
She is, in fact a typical upper middle class lady, who could roll her sleeves up with the best of them to help clean the horses out or chop logs or run the local Flower Show......you recognise the sort don't you?.........a lady who may be full of flu that still walks the dogs in the rain cos it "bloody well just needs doing!"
I look forward to see Queen Camilla in a few years time....with her wellies and headscarf on, driving the 4 x 4 back from Waitrose!
Now I am off to my brother's house. I am going up to help him with his tracheal suction and the like whilst my sister in law gets some jobs done in town....it' will be nice to be useful
The Big Sky,Spring Jobs and Kit Hopkins' slippers!
Local County Councils do come in for a bit of ear bashing from time to time, but I must admit that out own (Flintshire Council) is pretty good when something needs sorting out. We have two street lights in our lane,and both are attached to telephone poles. Recently both have not been working, and over the past few weeks, (before they were unfortunately fixed this morning), I have absolutely LOVED walking the dogs down the lane in the darkness. Without that harsh, yellow neon glow, suddenly the vague night sky had been transformed from a blank backdrop into something out of a sci fi movie and every evening I have stopped quietly by the sheep field gates soaking in the cold black beautiful big sky of the night.
If I had my way, I would switch off the village street lights after 11pm......
The day has been sunny and springlike and for the first time this year, the dogs have joined me on the field from 8am as I worked away cleaning the coops and tidying the carnage caused by the awful winter weather.Meg and William still cannot be left to free range with the poultry, their pure terrier instincts are too ingrained and strong to prevent a massacre, but George and Constance can be left to their own devices. George remains a terrible egg stealer and potters away checking each coop in turn for any spare eggs to eat whereas Constance remains rather non plussed with the whole chicken thing
There was once minor "stand off" when the Geese stood their ground between me and her ( below) but apart from that, peace reigned for the most part.
As I tidied up the compost bins,cleared dead wood, fixed fencing and disinfected coops, Constance ambled around the field very slowly checking on each pen and enclosure in turn.
For a city dog, she remained very calm and composed as she did her rounds, peering intently inside each hen house with her little piggy eyes before plonking herself in the centre of the field, where she watched the morning pass her by in the warmth of the sun.
By a late lunchtime, I had all but finished, so took the opportunity to deliver eggs . On my rounds I was stopped by Mrs Hopkins ( you my recall she was the lady that knitted my winter mittens), she called me into her bungalow to try on a pair of hand kitted slippers she had made for me, and like Cinderella they fitted perfectly!
Now don't be fooled by the slightly "pixie" and schizophrenic look of these individualised pieces of footwear ( I especially love the little pom poms) they ARE totally the most comfortable house slippers I have EVER owned......I wonder what's next? knitted underpants?
If I had my way, I would switch off the village street lights after 11pm......
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| William and Meg |
There was once minor "stand off" when the Geese stood their ground between me and her ( below) but apart from that, peace reigned for the most part.
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| Bulldog versus geese |
For a city dog, she remained very calm and composed as she did her rounds, peering intently inside each hen house with her little piggy eyes before plonking herself in the centre of the field, where she watched the morning pass her by in the warmth of the sun.
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| Constance in thoughtful mode |
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