A lovely piece of cinema
Second In Command
Kamala, how wonderful !
A woman second in command of the most powerful Country on Earth
Sense will prevail
Pub, Ribbons, and A lovely Welsh Walk
Use it or lose it !!! that’s what we say !
I’ve. also met my bubble friend Ruth at her Promenade home in Llanfairfechan and we had a glorious walk along the beach and through the nature reserve towards Abergwyngeryn
This photograph is a beautiful depiction of our walk , it was quite, quite delightful
Our affable vicar David Lewis is been around too, hanging red ribbons on the Church yard Yews. It’s Remembrance Sunday soon and in Lieu of poppies are Lewis the vicar has encouraged people to tie a ribbon in support. Today I tied mine.....
It made my month , glorious and profound
I am feeling more whole
I am feeling more balanced
It’s been a hard few weeks so I am glad....so glad I’ve touched some base
Hey ho xx
Colour
No internet still today, but I don’t care
The sun is out and for the first time in 14 days the cottage has burst back into colour
I will leave with you with a few photographs of home transformed by light,
An easy post with not much prose.
I will leave you this beautiful piece of art
Man Putting On A Shirt By John Koch
I’ve had a bath and everything
My internet never really made it back so the quiz is off, for now....
I’ve had a bath and everything!
I see the Christmas tv adverts have started most of them on a “ let’s soldier on “ theme
Fireworks
Someone in the village has been letting fireworks off tonight.
I found Dorothy with her head pushed next to the Thermal store tank in the airing cupboard shaking uncontrollably.
Strangely Albert was sat with her in a brief and unexpected moment of solidarity
I managed to extricate her and hid her behind me in my arm chair until she stopped shaking Violently
She is now lying between my feet
Alert and wide eyed but calmer
Ponies’ Noses
Mrs Trellis’ bobble hat Seems to be a fashion icon
My last day of isolation and I’ve no internet!
I’m typing this on my phone with fat fingers
It’s still raining and
I’m stood under the Churchyard Elm which offers a little production.
I am refreshingly wet.
I’ve just visited the ponies in the field and stood for an age breathing in their breath and letting them do the same.
There is something magical in this sort of connection.
Something peaceful.
I came out to check if my field hedges have been cut and shaped and indeed they have been. This time of year, tractors pulling great arms of cutters fill the lanes and roads and overgrown hawthorn hedges Suddenly become neat, and square and impressive.
The countryside remains a dirty, muddy brown green and
I haven’t seen anyone human today
With the only exception of Mrs Trellis’ bobble hat which bounced past the field borders up the lane at a jaunty angle.
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