Police Beat

One of my favourite web sites  that I delve into on an evening is the dry-as-a-piece of toast police blog entitled Police Beat at The Unalaska Advertiser.
This is a chronicle of the the police work in a small Alaskan city.... and unintentionally some of the reports are hysterically wry in the way they are reported
have a look if you have a minute (below is a typical example)

"Assault – A drunk at the Harbor View Bar grabbed the buttocks of a man he mistook for someone else and when the butt-grabber offered to make amends by buying the grabbee a drink, the grabbee insisted he instead be paid $20 for the offense. A third person, attempting to intervene in the ensuing argument, was struck by the grabbee in the face and received a broken nose for his trouble. The third person pushed the grabbee to the ground, whereupon he began banging his head on a parking lot stop block in order to obtain some injuries to show police. No charges were filed.




My favourite tv reality cop Charlie Etheridge

A New Village Shop

Lee, the affable manager of the Village Pub is opening a shop tomorrow.
Until 2010, Trelawnyd has always had a shop. Indeed at one time there was a baker's shop, three general stores, a small electrical shop and a small sweet shop all within the village boundary!, but since the Post Office shut last year the population has to walk a mile up the road to the Spar Garage, which at least provides a basic (if slightly expensive) range of goods.
The new shop will offer home made pies, home made bread, milk, vegetables ,fruit, and the like and will be run from a small refurbished area at the back of the pub....the enterprise shows initiative and thought for the community and should be in my mind, be supported by the villagers who need to be reminded of the phrase "use it or lose it" 
I am sure that the older people here will eventually use another village store...it is the younger, working population that may need a push not to get into their cars and razz down to Sainsburys  in Rhuddlan which is around 5 miles away.
So people of Trelawnyd.....get down to the Crown tomorrow with your shopping bags at the ready!

It's a lovely warm day again today, weeding and strimming needs to be done and it is time for CJ and Badger to have some natural sun in the garden. CJ is not feathering up at the moment and still is retaining  his fluffy down which is not waterproof, so still has to be protected from summer showers, but the odd couple still look rather sweet together and do resemble, as Tom Stephenson described..as looking like Pooh and Piglet.

Tits and Ass (and) "That's one Ugly F*cker!"

I worked last night
Today I pushed through the weariness and with ALL of the dogs in tow, went knocking on doors like some demon Avon Lady in order to capture more cake makers for the open day.
I had another plan. knock on the door, line the dogs all into a row and collectively hit the person opening the door with a whole array of big , hopeful smiles, and a bit of the "tarrrrrahhhhhh! " factor
Yes all tits and ass!.........we were playing the showgirls card!
And it kind of worked!
I have now managed to win over 42 people to bake for me in addition to the 13 people who have promised raffle prizes ...... peoples' kindness is very touching.

Yesterday a woman with a car boot full of bantams  stopped by with a sob story and a winning smile....She needed to find them a new safe home...
sod ya!
You all know how the story ends........
take a look at Phylis Diller there in the middle

                                           

 

A local stopped by this afternoon and took one look at the hen and said

"That's one Ugly "fu*ker!"

He ain't wrong!!!!

George...The Joy of Scottish Terriers 1

Kim over at http://lifeatgoldenpines.blogspot.com/ has a new puppy a wheaten scottie! According to literature, the Scottish Terrier personality can be described thus:-
"Friendly and playful as a puppy, the Scottish Terrier matures into a bold, jaunty, yet steady and dignified adult, with greater independence than most terriers. He is staunchly self-reliant and fearless -- also dour and crusty at times"
Well take out the dignified, the dour and the crusty, and the above description is dead ringer for our George,a dog who often is relegated to the more shadowy areas of this blog by his more robust of animal housemates.

George is that slightly awkward kid from school who always wore his uniform a little too severe and who was always walking home by himself with an over large leather brief case swinging from his arm. He wasn't lonely or unhappy, but was generally self reliant, geeky and on the quiet a bit of a comic when you got to know him......he was also bullied terribly but bright enough to avoid most of the brickbats that was hurled at him.
Our George is a constant. He is never moody,he is always insanely loyal and remarkably unneedy . He knows his place in the pecking order ( even the new Gosling in the shed is of a higher status than he is) and seems content to live  his lot with a cheerfulness which is at times almost heartbreaking in its sweetness.

Kim, if your new puppy is anything like George, then you are going to experience a decade of comical canine company,

ps Village cake contributions so far for the Allotment open now number 31 bakers!

The Big Society and Raspberries

David Cameron's concept of the "Big Society" is said to be the one aspect of his manifesto that is the hardest for Joe public to get to grips with.
For many it is just a cheap way to get things done in a society that is strapped for cash .For others it is a  welcomed step away from the nanny state ideas, when communities can get on with things literally for themselves, but like most political ideas.......the idea is not  really a new one.

Looking at a snapshot of the village and it's infrastructure, it is easy to see where individual and "non official " self directed work has benefited the community......it's been happening for years and years....and all without the sanction and patronising umbrella of government!

 The Village Conservation Group is responsible for the little knots of floral colour all over Trelawnyd.
Pretty flower beds have all been planted out infront of the pensioners' sheltered bungalows, and the Next to the Church a herbaceous border is now in full bloom.
All of this has been organised by volunteers in their own time

 Last year the Flower Show Committee which was an off shot from the village welfare committee, provided the village school garden with equipment they needed and this year we have had an idea to purchase some extra trees to be planted in the old Churchyard.

The present day Graveyard has been totally renovated by the hard work of a single villager, Islwyn Evans, who organised new paths to be laid, new fences to be erected and old stonework and walls to be repaired and upgraded.
His was a labour of love which lasted a few years, and the result for all of his unpaid work has been phenomenal!
Mr Cameron take note......just leave people to it eh?

Anyway, our day has been a sort of restful one. Chris helped me dig over the lower veg patch.
and he did also helped me pick some raspberries before he darted back to the cottage for a snooze in front of Miss Marple.

Despite being a lofty academic his is not adverse to aspot of "Carry On " humour

scarlet takes a tumble

Now If laughing at something like this makes me a bad person
I am Rudolf Hess

Knocking On Doors

C.J and Badger

I had a great deal planned today. I erected a fence around the last of my veg patches and was in the middle of sowing late dwarf French beans when the Red Faced Welsh farmer called around for a chat.....This chat ( as usual) lasted an hour or so, and after it, just as I returned to bean planting, a neighbour called around for me to help him cut some wood ( which very kindly we shall use of our stove!)
It was, I thought, going to be one of those frustrating days...I didn't even have time to exercise CJ and Badger in the front garden......Both babies are almost ready to be put out into a secure outdoor run!

By 2pm I gave up the thought of gardening altogether and thought I would be better utilized conscripting villagers to help out with the Open Allotment day...so with William in tow to provide the cute factor , we went knocking on doors.....
By 3.30pm I thought I had done rather well.
20 people had promised to make me over 26 cakes for the day , whilst a further 7 had put their names down to supply an item for the raffle, .....Only one villager refused any help at all....and she is a crabby old bag with ugly curtains and a bad chest...so I wasn't disheartened at all
I have found that most people are incredibly helpful and kind...especially when you put them on the spot with a smile, a good cause and a sweet natured Welsh Terrier!

An odd little moment



The Gop old road

Today I saw something just a little strange

It was nothing frightening

It was nothing overly weird

It was just , well "odd"

There is an old road which snakes around  the base of the Gop ( for those that don't know yet,, The Gop is the Hill which overlooks the Village) This road is overshadowed by trees which form a dappled tunnell in the summer which always remains dark, cool and silent.

I walk here every day as Constance hates full sun and as usual we walked the length of the road to where a badger set overlooks Gwaenysgor and all sat down for a rest.

The dogs all crowd around me when I sit on the ground and as we rested I turned my head and looked back up the old road to where there is a slight bend partly obscured by bushes.

Almost immediately I saw a dog which looked like a collie sniffing at the ground, I couldn't see it clearly as it was around 100 metres away but I saw that it was light in colour and immediately I clipped William ( who always runs after strange dogs)  and George back onto their leads. As I looked back down the lane, I expected to see the dog and its owner walking towards us, but all I did see was a man who looked as though he was carrying a large branch of a tree. The man moved the branch from the  centre of the lane and laid it down at the side of the road, so expecting him to walk towards me , I called Meg and clipped her back onto her lead as well, but as I looked again at the turn in the path both man and his dog was no longer there.

He must  have seen us all and retraced his steps I thought ( four dogs are often off putting for a lone dog walker), and as I stood up to start the walk back, Constance ran forward for perhaps a dozen yards with her head held high, looking intently at the spot I had seen the man and dog.

The other dogs were all heaped around me  like a load of scatter cushions and noticed nothing, only Constance knew another dog was around!

I thought nothing of all this until we came to the slight turn in the road on our way back to the car.

For, as I  checked the road sides.. I noted that there was no branch to be seen!, not anywhere...

Now isnt that just a little odd?