The car’s not ready. I have access to another. I am going to Wales.
In the meantime – here’s Fiona Apple and Elvis Costello. This is fckn brill….. watch it til the end, you have nothing better to do…. Ae Fond Kiss modernised..
Hopefully, there will now be a slight hiatus. The knipemobile is in for it’s operation and (fingers crossed) will be well enough to travel to Wales in the morning.
The venue for this week’s trip is the Over The Hill Club Spring Meet somewhere quite close to Llyn Ogwen. There will be a dinner and beer swilling.
Then, on Sunday, whilst the rest of the country (ie England) is watching the footy, I’ll be wandering up Mynydd Graig Goch with Fight Club Hiker and TGO Challenger Peter Crawford.
After that, I’m supposed to be heading South for a few days.
That’s the plan.
But whenever I announce a plan, it generally goes wrong.
Now that I’ve said that, it won’t go wrong, of course.
Now that I’ve said it won’t go wrong, it’ll go wrong…
Now that…….. (fade to close)
Anyway, if as many people as poss will keep their fingers crossed, that would be great, ta…
I’ll tell you all about it later
I had a little trundle into Kittie’s wood at Crook today. This is land reclaimed from opencasting and also from Pease’s Roddymoor pit and brickworks. There’s a lot of industrial archeology in here – mainly bricks with the word “Pease” stamped into them and various bits of iron and old heaps of clinker and ash…..
But now its a pleasant bit of woodland with a vast array of wildflowers around the edges. (I only took a picture of the buttercups… but there are others…) And horses. There’s loads of horses.
And then I came across what can only be described as a “den”, or at least an ex- den. Then there was another. then there was one dug seven or eight feet into the shale of an old spoil heap. Then more. Each one signified by cut, burned and dead trees, lager tins and empty bottles of that ‘orrible white cider that impecunious alcoholics drink, and old hearths and burned and general rubbish.
This is what I think:
I think the local eejits have been watching Ray Mears programs and decided to go off into the woods and “survive” Part of this survival appears to be the lighting of a big fire and then getting rat-arsed on very cheap and nasty alcohol.
There is no evidence that they tried to snare and kill anything – most of the local animals being horses as it happens…. but the damage done to the local trees is remarkable.
Incidentally,there’s nothing wrong with getting rat-arsed by the way, but lets have just a little bit of style fer evvans sake…)
Clearly , they are a set of twats (lets not be generous eh?)
I have a bit of a problem with yer bush whackers or whatever they call themselves. It all seems really really pointless…
If this was a forum, I’d be a troll….
Incidentally – the horse in the very first picture – worra sweetie – I stroked her muzzle and scratched behind her ears and she dozed off. Like putty in me hands, she was… Bless her lickle hooves….
I find myself without personal transport at the moment, and the wife has gone off to visit her Dad in Halifax for a few days, so I have to dog sit (careful!) not just superdawg, who doesn’t really need dogsitting, but also Tammy our veteran and ever-so-slightly senile mongrel.
To be fair, Tammy spends most of her time asleep and, as she’s as deaf as a brick, doesn’t wake up unless you actually make a determined effort to wake her. But I wouldn’t want to leave her alone for too long.
So, I’m stuck as far as the walking is concerned. I can do local ones, but that’s it.
I will make it to a hilltop to witness the dawn after the solstice and I guess I’ll have to walk there and bivi till the sunrises. (Maggie will have returned by then…) There may be others there too, we’ll have to see…
In the meantime, the car gets fixed on the 24th of June. I could drive it, but it might stop working as far as steering is concerned, which is a bit of a contra-indicator as it happens.
There are economic benefits to waiting till then. Its a long story. There might well be a rant about it quite soon.
I ought to be bothered about it, but I’m not really….
In the meantime, I’m planning to attend an Over the Hill Club “do” at Bettws y Coed followed by a few days in the Brecon Beacons for the hillbagging – provided I’ve got a car, obviously.