To Aberdyfi with Hâf today – 20 knot headwind in an aerial 2CV. However, the return flight, via a 180 deg about, turned us into a Lamborghini. Well, a Vauxhall Corsa anyway. And there’s Keri waving my windsock from in front of our house.
To save mankind in the future the trouble of having to invent a time machine to come back and assassinate Donald Trump, why not just do for him now? Just saying.
I’ve got a list, actually, if anyone’s up for it.
Special thanks to the dog walkers of Meifod this morning. The joyful site of a dog turd swinging in a tree fair warms the heart on a feisty mid-winter morning. And as the low sun glinted off the primrose yellow bag, I was put in mind of fragrant forest walks and the promise of the year to come.
Oh doggy bag, what treasures lie within thee?