Going Gently

High Line

Facebook has an irritating habit of reminding you of something you have experienced years ago

Today it poked me about a rather special walk I did in Manhattan three years ago to the day.

The High Line runs from the trendy meatpacking district around 14th St , through Chelsea to the West Side on 34th street. It runs for going on two miles and follows the elevated train track of The New York Central Railway.

The elevated railway is planted out simply with low maintenance grasses and flowers and trees and has wonderful views of the Hudson River to the West ( when you are walking North) and the city scapes aka Rear Window to the East.

It was a warm November Sunday when I walked the High Line, with high blue skies and silvery deco skyscrapers bordering my view like a theatre set

Tourists ambled alongside New Yorkers in magical nodding good nature

And I remember thinking as the sun reflected in silver fish ripples on the Hudson that life couldn’t be any better than this

Remembering it ? .....emotional highs ......with a tiny bit of broken heart

The Crown Returns

The new landlady of the village pub is in fact a former landlady called Ceri

The young woman with a young family who, with her husband Nathan has braved the covid economic decline is in my mind one of the real heroes of this dreadful year.

The Crown reopened last night.

It was a very different pub to what Affable Despot Jason and I remembered.

Table service only, on line booking , no standing at the bar

But every table , throughout the pub and restaurant was filled by villagers happy to have the pub lit and warm and alive again.

Ian and Jo ( without their three legged whippet) Tim, Tim ( Nice and not dim) Trelawnyd Val, Village Leader Ian,

It was nice to be there to support the opening night

Booking for tables can be done here on line via Facebook

https://www.facebook.com/Crown-Inn-Trelawnyd-110592510858062

I will leave you with this video which is doing the rounds

A former New York Ballerina, suffering from Alzheimers is played Swan Lake

Enjoy x

Fading

The Welsh lockdown is now over and Winnie had her follow appointment at the vets to go to.

I had to lift her into and out of Bluebell and the twelve year old vet had to help her up the one step into the surgery while I was instructed to wait outside.

My request for some general painkillers was granted but the vet was at a loss of what to do next.

Winnie is gently fading like a dry brown rose in a vase.

The vet lowered his voice, and looked uncomfortable. He was about to bring up the subject of euthanasia

Winnie let out a large fart and looked bored

He brought up the subject as I suspected

I put my hand up.

“The time isn’t quite right” I told him “ I’ll know when it is”

The old girl was watching me carefully, with a sort of look that she understood the subject of the conversation and she very slowly walked back to Bluebell with a snort and a limp

We stopped at McDonalds on the way home.

I had a coffee, a flat white.

She had a double cheeseburger without the pickle

I’m a celebrity Get Me Out Of Here

Is set is wales this year , just a few miles West of Trelawnyd

I pass the castle every day on my way to work x

Rewrite The Stars

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

The Village Pub finally opens post lockdown.under new management on Monday. The affable despot Jason and I will be going at 7pm for a symbolic and supportive pint together ....we will be hopefully two of many from the village

Use it or lose it !!! that’s what we say !

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.....

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

It made my month , glorious and profound