A Postman BIG up and Dylan Thomas

weaver of grass. sent me a much welcomed belated donation to our open day this week.

She addressed the envelope in a somewhat interesting  way.

John Gray (Sheffield !)

"Organiser of the Allotment Day"

Trelawnyd

Flint

Wales

so fair do's to my postie.....he delivered the letter safely yesterday!!!

Thank you again Weaver

x

When we went to my Sister's Flower Show yesterday, I was stopped by a lady from Prestatyn, who had come up to our open day last Sunday.

She was very sweet, and waxed lyrically on  about the pigs and the turkeys and before she turned to go she asked me suddenly if I liked Dylan Thomas.

I told her that apart from Under Milk Wood ( which I remember reading in school) I was afraid that I had not really studied any of his work at all.

She seemed surprised.

"I thought your blog was named after one of his poems!" she said and when I asked her which one she recited the first three verses of "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night" a poem she said she remembered from her college days.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

I told her that it sounded like some sort of rally cry against giving up when death approaches, which she seemed to agree with but assured her that My "Going Gently" was purely about living, albeit living is a plodding , benign kind of way.

It seemed just  a little surreal that I was listening to an stranger quoting me Welsh Poetry on a sunny afternoon under the vicarage trees....

ps. The phrase "Going Gently" actually comes from the title of a novel by David Nobbs. It is one of my favourite books , which   tells the story of 99-year old Kate Copson's life, in flashback form, while she lies paralysed in a hospital bed after a stroke. From her upbringing and sexual awakening in a Swansea suburb, through the marriage of her five husbands to the murder of one of them by her son. It is a book of great charm, warmth and humour

The Prestatyn Flower Show 2011

There must be some "showman" blood in our family somewhere.
I suspect it may come from my father, who would make a speech when opening the fridge door, but certainly the skills to organise a "show" are there in our family for all to see.,
I of course help organise our Flower Show here in Trelawnyd as well as the now annual "open Allotment Day", my twin sister, Janet, has developed and organised more events that you can shake a stick at,in support of Motor Neurone Disease over the past year or so ( and raised over 11 grand in doing so) and my elder sister, Ann, has spearheaded the highly successful Prestatyn Flower Show for going on twenty years now.
The Flower Show In Prestatyn runs over two days, and I missed the opening day yesterday as Chris had the car (his motorbike still being under the forensic gaze of man mountain copper "Gareth with the tattoos")..and so taking Constance and George out for a treat, we went down to the coast to join in with her show!

The Flower and Veg tent
Prestatyn's Show is much grander than Trelawnyd's

The chap that won the veg trug will be entering our show ( after a bit of arm wrestling!)

Ann (my sister always wins with her stunning floral art!)

One of the prize winning scarecrows Princess Beatrice and THE hat 

We sat under the trees in the vicarage gardens and listened to the brass band play "tillidly pom pom pom" 

The best thing to come out of Rhyl (the town's brass band)

And finally... Constance when she got home
it was all a bit too much!!!!

Inception Animals & crow kill

"Funny" animal videos often leave me just that little bit cold...

this short one I did find somewhat amusing

last night I witnessed something that was not quite as "fluffy bunny" as this video
A youngish crow sneaked underneath one of the hens' arks and was busy stealing some corn when two hybrids cornered him. Within seconds several more hens had joined in the attack and amid a flurry of pecks the crow tried hard to retaliate. The fight proceeded outside where within seconds the hens had mortally wounded the crow and literally one minute after it all started the crow was left gasping its last on its back and the hens continued with their foraging.

Bulldog Security and Affordable Village Housing

Constance on guard duty

It may be a case of "shutting the stable door" but I have become just a little paranoid over security since Chris' motorbike was pinched by a low life joy rider. The cottage is secure, and anyone "sneaking" up to the back door will have the full force of an extremely unforgiving bulldog to cope with if any nefarious goings on are the order of the day.
The Welsh terriers are gentle souls with strangers but Bulldogs and Scottish terriers are terribly territorial if they need to be, and once locked on to an intruder, can inflict some considerable damage ( here here!)
So if the scroat who stole Chris' bike is actually reading this ( and I suspect they may have some trouble doing so, as occasionally I can use BIG LONG WORDS)...well then you have been warned...if you ever return then.you will be savaged by several house dogs and then would have to face the wrath of a very pissed off and hypertensive gay queen with murderous intent...
I don't think your chances of survival would be very high.


Anyhow, I have been giving the subject of affordable housing in rural settings a big think this week. A year or so ago a survey was passed around the village to ascertain if there was a local need for an affordable house project to be implemented. The project caused some unhappiness as it proposed the building of a small estate "outside" of the village envelope. There were some that said it was a good idea , there were many that were against it (fearful of where the development may lead) and although I am against any building inside greenbelt land, some sort of initiative that may utilise derelict and unused village dwellings for affordable housing for local people in need of a step on the property ladder, could, I thought be a way forward.


As it has turned out, I have been informed today by our local counsellor, that the original survey quite clearly stated that there was no local need for cheaper housing on a scale outlined ( there being several low priced properties in the village) , and that no building work of any sort will be implemented on the land "outside" of the village........
The ground work of needed for two surveys as well as the planning of the small estate was considerable and I suspect costly  (yes another was sent out recently in what looks like a rather stupid mistake) ...and all I keep thinking of  is why didn't the local housing association just buy the two derelict properties in the centre of the village..do them up into 4 flats and offer them to local families at a subsidised rate rather then to embark on a huge and as we know now, ineffectual project?
The village would have supported and welcomed this smaller initiative I am sure. No backs would have be put out and a few families would have been housed as the local need would have been assessed albeit in a more manageable way.
But that, I guess, is just common sense.....

"Pig" mix up

I had just dismantled the large field tent and was enjoying a cooling sit down, when I heard an excited call from Jason's little girl yelling "John    John!!!!!!!!!!!The pig's chasing the chickens!!!"
I hurried outside to find no 21 (aka Margie) scattering quail and frizzle cockerels in all directions as she blundered into their runs after mouthfulls of corn.
It was a fairly good natured raid this time.....she was more interested in the corn rather than ripping the back end from any passing chicken, and within a few minutes of guiding her around the field (watched by a few passing villagers), she returned reluctantly to her enclosure.
In the blazing heat of the afternoon, I nailed foot boards to the pig enclosure and was just ambling back to the cottage when a police car pulled up at the gate.
Out stepped the biggest policeman I have EVER seen in my life. His arms looked as thick as my waist and covered in tattoos and even though I don't think I have have ever done anything illegal in my life...I suddenly felt very guilty and.......very puny!!
The policeman was as affable as he was large.......he introduced himself as Gareth and asked if I was Dr Burton!
I told him that I was Dr Burton's partner and the policeman informed me that Chris' motorbike had been found in nearby Prestatyn! I had not even noticed that it had been stolen!
As Gareth with the muscles professionally completed his paperwork, a neighbour called over
"I see you've sorted out the PIG!"
I froze as the Policeman stiffened slightly at the remark and found myself babbling away like a baby
"It's my pig he's referring to.......nothing else..he's not talking about you....!!!! she escaped a few minutes ago and tried to eat my quail!!!
I had to chase her around the field"
I lapsed into silence and giggled inanely
The policeman carried on with his notes

CJ and Badger go to school

The day had to come. It was time to let CJ and Badger out of the safety of their small little run to face the school of hard knocks in the community that is my field.

As if by magic, some of the birds  seemed to know that something was afoot, and as I opened the run several, (the geese and guinea fowl Angostura in particular ) lined up to see what was going on.

Letting caged animals  out for the first time is always a slightly fraught affair, but today it felt especially difficult seeing that CJ and Badger  had such difficult beginnings.

Like an anxious parent standing at the school gates, I watched the two birds totter out into the big world..and as the adult geese bowed their heads in careful greeting, I forced myself to come inside for breakfast.

My little world here, moves on gently again

Winnie, Jo and Russell (left) greet CJ (Badger is on the far left)

Buffing up the pews

I am  on the Church Cleaning rota from August

Now I am not religious, it's not something "I do" but I am so looking forward to be left alone in the Church with my duster and a tin of polish..

It's not because I have an obsession with cleanliness (take a look at the fluff under our bed and you will realise that I am right on that score)

Its not because I want to have a secret go on the organ when no one is looking (this HAS happened by the way!)

No..the reason that I volunteered is the simple fact that I quite LOVE being inside the Church when it is empty.

A year or two ago, I volunteered to paint some of the Church radiators.It wasn't a big job, it actually took me an hour or so and I was happy to be of some help.......but as it tuned out, I absolutely loved the sense of peace and quiet that I experienced being inside the dark ,silent and cloistered old Church, when no one else was around to clutter up the experience.

I am not an overtly spiritual person....

I can be thoughtful.... certainly

and introspective...well..........always..........

But I am not a deep thinker or someone that needs meditation time !

And so, perhaps..... I have surprised myself that the healing quiet of an empty St Michael's is so appealing

Even with a floor mop in my hand...

A Victorian sketch of the Church, when it used to be surrounded by trees

Open Day 2011

Village Supporters fresh from Church
Dorothy,Eirlys,Daphne,Audrey,Pat,Desmond and Rowenna

Sylvia (The Flower Show Secretary) shows some cleavage when sorting out some of the 80 cakes that were donated for the day. She and Irene nearly sold every one

The day started off fairly quiet

But then the crowds started to appear, thanks to the good weather

Margaret and Carla who manned the bric-a-brac stall

Sister Ann and Heulwen working "front of House" They alone raised over £600 

We even had a couple of celebrities Sheffielder Diane Marshall ( from

http://diane-heartshaped.blogspot.com/ with her Police Interceptors tv police cop Hubby Gaz) drove 100 miles to share in our day. Their kindness and effort to attend was incredibly touching

Sister Janet, worked incredibly hard in the tea tent

Mrs Hopkins (aka Mrs Trellis from North Wales) -you can just see her behind the wheel....raised a considerable amount with her "name her car" competition

Friends Sandra and Robert (centre) wait in line for tea. Village Cannon Robert (more tea vicar?)  can just be seen on the right ( he called out the raffle)

The tea tent served around 500 teas in a couple of hours

Janet, Judy and Carole at the only quiet moemnt of the day

Cannon Robert announcing the pig name winner

Gwyneth from her wheelchair sold a considerable amount of Carol Royle's home made ice cream

Aunt Judy (buggered) by the end of the day

Pam and partner from Prestatyn presented me with a small broody box- a kind gift

I am too jaded to go into too much detail about the day, but suffice to say that it went very well indeed....
We raised a total of "£1177.66 which is a phenomenal amount given that the price of admission was only £1.50
£700.00 will be donated to the Church here in Trelawnyd and £477.66 will be given to the Motor Neurone Disease Association here in Wales . With the online donations we have received for the "Save The Pig" competition , the MND donation will be just shy of £700.00 too....which seemed fitting enough..Therefore total amount made will be £1400.00 !


Janet over at supportingandrew.blogspot.com will outline who won the online competition of "name the pig"
And I will ring all the raffle prize winners tomorrow when I am back on an even keel!


I have had a lovely day...a bit stressful... but lovely.......I never seem to have time to talk, to say hello to the many people that kindly made the effort to support the day, but I want to thank them here publicly  for doing so...whether they made cakes and provisions, provided raffle prizes or just turned up to spend money, and have a cake with a cup of tea .- You made the day feel like a traditional village fete


Special thanks must go to tea ladies Janet,Judy,Ned,Sue,Jayne,Chris, Gwyneth and Carole
Ice Cream lady Gwyneth.
Cake tent ladies Sylvia and Irene
Stall  holders Margaret and Carla
Plant seller Graham ( sorry for the hens eating your flowers)
Front of House ladies Ann and Heulwen,
Mrs Hawkings (aka Mrs Trellis) who organised the "Name the car" raffle
Gardening exhibitor Chris C
Pig Raffle man Terry,
Mike and Viv for opening up their garden down the lane to the public
Mandy, and John and all the others who helped tidy up afterwards
and young Cameron who fed and watered the animals for me.


Thank You
now off to bed