Bodnant Welsh Food

Now, there is nothing that pleases a couple of old poofs more in this world  than a classy venue.
Give us the clean, expensive lines of a National trust tea rooms or the sleekly clean crispness of the Ritz cafe ( yes I have been! And in a clean pair of trousers too!).... And we will wander around with smiles on our faces and a spring in our step
Unfortunately in Wales , these venues are rare as a shy bulldog, so when they do surface, we get excited as Tom Stephenson at a Germaine Greer lecture.
It was St David's day here in Wales yesterday, so we drove over to the Conwy Valley to visit Furnace Farm, the Bodnant Centre for Welsh Food.

Lovingly restored, the seventeen century farm boasts a restaurant, tea rooms, farm shop, cookery school,wine shop and bee centre. It's all slightly aseptic, but it's undeniably and reassuringly expensive and classy
We ate cawl in the cafe ( cawl is a rustic Welsh stew) and I came over all unnecessary when I spied a massive pile of BLACK PUDDING SCOTCH EGGS  in the farm shop. At 2£'each , they proved to be somewhat of an extravagance , but they were BLEEDING WORTH IT!
Never has this old poof tasted anything better!
Scotch eggs of the gods!

Hey ho

Good old Camilla knocking back the scotch eggs at the opening of Bodnant food a year back

Era's End

In the beginning of the war, the city of Liverpool suffered considerable and devastating bomb damage. As the windows blew in on the occupants of a small terraced house in Everton, the mother of the household picked up a heavy horse hair sofa and covered her children with it,
After the all clear the family staggered off to a neighbour's house. The mother heavily in shock, the teenage daughter shivering and silent, and the ten year old boy in his pyjamas , kept warm with a chenille curtain wrap and wearing a pair of ladies high heel shoes to protect his feet from the broken glass.
As children we were brought up on this story
The mother of the story was my grandmother. The girl was my mother and the boy was my Uncle Jim.
I learnt yesterday that my Uncle Jim had just died. He was in his eighties.
I have not spoken to my uncle for many years, I always sent Christmas cards, but ill health and family  spats and the fact he lived a long way off, meant that a close relationship was not really on the cards.
Having said this....I am truly sorry that he's gone.
His death has heralded the end of an era.
It has highlighted that the last tie to my grandparents has now been severed and a life in that devastated city three quarters of a century ago seems a little more distant and unreal.
Like I said
It's the end of an era.

Sexually Molested by Buster Keaton

Most dogs crave affection

Scottish terriers like George love an occasional rub

Welsh terriers adore to lap sit

And bulldogs

Well bulldogs will seek out and initiate

a full on, 

No hold barred,

hug, smooch and snog

I have likened it to being

sexually molested by a hairy, four legged Buster Keaton

Favorite Person Thursday

Generally I get home just before midnight on Thursday Evenings

It takes me a while to go to bed

So from tonight I will start a regular feature here on 

Going Gently

That is...."favorite person Thursday"

Tonight's choice is

A fat lady who is greatly missed

Flower Show Schedule, Dog Toys and Other Stories

After yesterday's Committee Meeting

( photos of which can be seen on the previous entry)

I have finally updated the Flower Show's schedule on the website

For those that are interested

Please see

http://trelawnydflowershow.blogspot.co.uk

Anyhow, on the back of Tom Stephenson odd " foo foo" request 

I have a request of my own.

Can anyone out there in blog land tell me something more

about this little vintage toy terrier, who has sat on our chest of drawers for years?

The toy is on small wheels

And has a hollow inside which can be extended and removed

Initially I thought it was for pencils but the body is not really long enough

Anyone got any ideas?

Answers on a postcard please.

Talking of terriers George is now looking mighty fine 

after his professional haircut

Much better than William, who is presently undergoing daily baths for an irritating 

Skin condition

Why do dogs always look like they have been inappropriately molested

When in the bath?

This afternoon

I have been planting out

It's almost ALMOST spring

Trelawnyd Flower Show Meeting

The Flower Show Committee met around Auntie Glad's kitchen table tonight as it always has done. We have a large lively committee of around a dozen souls, most of whom have been doing the show for years.

Everyone knows their job, so the show generally has a habit of  " running itself" this makes my job as chairman pretty easy. The meetings are more social than really functional.

Julie, Derek, John F and animal helper Pat

Terry ( above- left ) and I have challenged each other in entering five flower show classes. Last year we both entered the infamous " quiche challenge" which Terry unfortunately won. ( a fact he has not let me forget ) so we now have a cash wager agreed upon. A ten pound  note on the person who wins the most categories.

The committee meeting is halted so that Tea and scones 

Are served

( yes Gladys is STILL baking)

Pat, Auntie Glad and Ann

The Trelawnyd flower Show is scheduled for Saturday 9 th of August. We are now in our 42nd Year.

Emergency Scotch Egg

Three hours proper sleep in 48 hours

And listening to this on the radio this afternoon

And I hurled into the post night shift/ jet lag blues

There was only one thing for it

Get in the Berlingo

And drive quick sticks  towards town

,

Park up at Marks and Spencer's food hall

Buy an emergency scotch egg

( pack f two £ 1.15)

Drive to beach and stop for a moment to enjoy the view

I didn't forget the dogs 

( I bought them a pack of  50 cocktail  sausages)

12 sausages each dog

Bliss

Off To Bed

I did overtime last night and will be working again tonight, so today's post is a brief one before I drag my sorry carcass to my pit for a daytime sleep. I hate doing " runs" of shifts. I never sleep well, and end up going to work with my eyeballs looking like two fried eggs in a bucket of blood.

Before I took the dogs out for a walk , I watched Winifred gently licking the top of Albert's head. It was a small moment of contact between dog and cat which was obviously pleasurable for both parties. It lasted several minutes

Now, as zebidee once said

" off to bed"