The wanderer returns! Apologies for my absence, but we had a severe gale on Saturday night (according to the weather pundits it was meant to be strong winds along the coast). Well, it came from the North and 60 mph winds hurled down trees left, right and centre. We knew it was bad as it woke us several times in the night, so we weren't too surprised, when driving down our hill to go to the Antiques Fair at the Botanic Gardens (where we were standing) to find a massive fallen tree blocking our way. It had, of course, also taken out our phone line and we have only had it back today. That said, whilst it wasn't repaired when I drove home around 4.15 yesterday afternoon, when we got up this morning and went downstairs around 7.15 a.m., the Broadband Fairies had been in the night and fixed it! I was delighted!
As you can see it has been cold. We have had a tiny amount of ridiculously small snowflakes and more was forecast across the Principality on Thursday and Friday, but I had an update on my phone earlier to say that Wales should now be snow-free for that same period. Hurray - we have things to do, places to go and do NOT need to be snowed in!
Just in case, when we had been to the Auction in town this morning, we stocked up on more cat food and wild bird seed and fat balls, milk, cheese, fresh veg and anything else we might get low on. We always keep a well-stocked cupboard and freezer, as living where we do it is best to be prepared.
Anyway, after sitting around at the auction, I decided I needed a good walk and set off up the hill with my camera, to take some snow photos - these are they on this post of course. This is the top of the hill with the sky as "black as Dick's hat-band" (although I have just discovered that the saying connected with Dick's hat-band are more likely to be as tight as Dick's hat-band, or like Dick's hat-band-goes round twice and still doesn't tie up, or as queer as Dick's hat-band, depending on which part of the country you come from! Perhaps I should be saying "it's a bit black over Bill's mother's".
This was as far as I went before turning round -where Alltyferin land meets what used to be old Isaac and Rosina's small farm. His son has it now. Below is the view across the Towy Valley and that is probably Dryslwyn and Felindre small villages to the middle left.
Another Towy Valley view, with Alltyferin fields in the foreground.
Right, this won't do. A nice hot bath and then some hand-sewing await me. Keep warm.
