Flying to Blackpool airport
My luck was in. A flying instructor friend had a few hours instructing to burn off in order to complete an instructors’ revalidation. So he offered to right hand seat me flying to Blackpool as P.U.T. Pilot Under Training – and all I had to pay was the landing fee. Had to give up dinner at mother-in-law’s but then sometimes you have to do these things.
Flying to Aberdyfi
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.
Foresight with hindsight
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.
Post Gwyn
We had the entire Berwyn mountain range to ourselves yesterday. Bread-knife winds and shot-blasting sleet as we tussock stomped the last mile of wilderness to claim the range’s loneliest sentinel – Post Gwyn.
Doggy bags
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?
Nant
A filmpoem – This film follows one of the many millions of short, un-celebrated and mostly unnamed streams that rush their water away from hillsides to fill the world’s rivers. Locally, we call this Nant Goetre and rejoice in all its moods and beauty. Make of it what you will.
Still Life
Output #6 from Ludlow Words for Art 2015.
The Berwyn Mountains from the air.
Dry January
Fucking hell, it’s dragging is this dry January!
Pizza with Jihadi topping.
The Pizza was passable, but the constant drone attacks just ruined it for me, frankly. And this in Bermo (Barmouth) for goodness’ sake.
