Spring

 It’s spring and the scented wild garlic flowers like white fireworks fill the road between Llanasa and Trelawnyd in a carpet. The village is slowly bursting into spring colour too with tulips and aubritia  filling neat borders and alongside lawns and forsythia is blooming along side cherry trees, in Rhodfa Arthur. 

It’s too early for my laburnum to flower, but I’ve just checked and she’s still standing valiantly in the graveyard a stones throw from the cottage.

Many of the fields feel a dirty green brown, but green is winning and that’s a cheerful statement as is the toing and froing of the female blackbird as she next builds in the honeysuckle over the front door.

People are out walking and gardening again, and Neville Lancelot posted a cracking photograph of goldfinches sparring in his garden on the village Facebook page.

The Dawn chorus seems louder somehow and the badgers are back in force in the lane as the Cubs are now ready to forage. They bicker like children and have woken Roger up regularly over the past week. When he barks, the Cubs jump as one, catching their claws on the concrete of next doors drive with a clatter.

The pond is green too and clear of weeds and up on the south face of the Gop, the gorse is flowering it’s normal golden yellow

All We need now,

Are some blue skies 

To last for a few weeks 

“ Peace, All I want Is Peace!”

 

As the Pro Palestinian demonstration passed the corner of the aptly named Hope Street an elderly woman with long flowing grey hair cried out to a handful of students on the pavement “ Peace, all I want is peace” and they like me, burst into spontaneous applause. 

Alfie Moore’s one man show was more amusing than hilarious, and I thought he makes a better dinner party guest than a stand up comedian . His radio 4 show is punchier and more informative, but I was glad I went. 

The meal at the gastro-pub on Catherine Street, was a real treat, and it’s worth not eating for the rest of the day, just to get get close up and personal with the slabs of rare beef they shlope onto your plate….

Bloody lovely. 

Chester and Liverpool are two cities, each with their own vibe. It was nice to have the city vibe, albeit for a few hours this weekend

Somewhere Over the Rainbow

It’s Sunday morning 

And I’m glad I’ve organised another activity day out for today

I need it, I need the filling….

I’m off to meet my friend Colin for lunch at The Blackburne Arms near to Liverpool Cathedral ( bloody lovely food)  then I’m off to a talk by Alfie Moore ( below) at the Philharmonic  

Moore is a regular on Radio 4 and is a stand up and ex Yorkshire policeman of 20 years.

His stories into police work are as funny as they are insightful 

I walked the Welsh in a local Bluebell wood yesterday

I will do the same this morning 

I used to have a beautiful bluebell watercolour 

‘You’re like a vitamin enriched Brian Blessed’

I caught up with my sleep last night, and did so heavily, 

But managed to catch up with Sheffield Jane on video before I crashed

It was Roger who eventually woke me up wanting a wee at 9 ish. 

Unlike Dorothy who used to gently occlude my airway with her own neck, Roger tapped my face playfully with a heavy paw

Mary, as usual was dead to the world. 

I’ve walked and fed them and when they settle, I will go to Chester to meet my friend Nigel for lunch

This has pleased me as later tonight I’m off to see Troy Hawke a stand up comedian in his one man show. 

As you can see from his improv video, he’s quick witted and as sharpe as Margot Channing.

I’m going with Rhian, one of the doctors at work.

Mrs Trellis Sends a Story

 Through the letter box this afternoon , a short essay

Enjoy 

Its 15.00 and I am home after my counselling placement induction. It didn’t start until 10 am so I like an old rocker I slept in the car after night shift in the car park. 

A wash of the face and I was ready to go. 

Off to bed 

Fuck it

 

My pension had some sort of rebate on it, so unexpectedly a few hundred pounds will be coming my way

I thought, I may put it towards my University fees but I’ve already contributed to that pot , so in true Gemini style I said fuck it……the lisping choir awaits.

And so I’m going to see them!!!! With the lovely orchestra and conductor Silvia Sanz Torre of course, presenting a Gala of Zarzuelas! I am off to Madrid for 48 hours to see them at The National Music Auditorium in a months time.

Hey ho

Lighten up

I haven’t seen Islwyn to ask about the watering can.

The village social media is full of it.

I was in college all day yesterday.

We finished PD group after three and I drove to the beach again to sit with my face in the sun with a cup of tea and a Bryn Williams sausage roll in hand.

I felt better for it.

Gawd, I don’t know about you but I’m finding myself less patient with people who take themselves far too seriously, especially here in blogland 

It must be exhausting being so effin’ pretentious 

Jesus! Lighten up a little ! 

Ok I was eating the aforementioned Bryn Williams sausage roll yesterday

And it cost a bleeding fortune 

But I was also wearing my T shirt with HERBIVORE emblazoned on the front of it 

The video has nothing to do with today’s post

I just liked the frocks

Jason, Islwyn and the case of the stolen watering can

 

I caught up with two of Trelawnyd’s biggest characters yesterday 

Affable Despot Jason is still around and is just emerging from his usual yearly hibernation. In spring, like the hedgehogs , he shows his public face , and like Cher, resurrects  himself for another year of real life scrutiny. 

I have a spare ticket to see Troy Hawke on Saturday but unfortunately  he’s working , but my message was welcomingly received and we promised each other that we’d meet up very soon, which was nice.

Village Elder Islwyn stopped just before The Archers , he was dressed in his normal uniform of huge yellow workman’s jacket and beanie hat and he wasn’t happy as someone had stolen one of the graveyard watering cans. With forensic certainty he narrowed down the theft to Saturday morning and apparently has some unshared evidence from a local’s door camera 

“ Can you put the details on your blog” he asked, aware that I have 10 thousand page views a day  “ if it suddenly turns up again, we’ll say no more about it”:

I promised I would 

I hope the can is returned for the thief’s sake