Saturday, 18 November 2017

Haiku, Penpynfarch


Autumn valley walk,
snapshots in rememb'ring hearts
safely enfolded

Wednesday, 27 September 2017

#homealonedaytwelve

I woke with a jump early this morning, thinking Alistair should have come in in the night, and somehow hadn't...
Then I woke properly and remembered he is coming home tonight :-)

So out early (for me!) with the dogs, and our adopted hometown is looking lovely in the clear autumn morning.
Kitty is unimpressed with a truncated walk (again!) and tears around the golf course for a few minutes. Cos she can't read the notices.

Off to the bus to Machynlleth a bit later and enough coverage most of the journey to get my emails seen to and 'chat' to Alistair, who is setting off from the west coast of Ireland for his long drive home. Ah, technology...how would we, how will we, manage?

In Mach I mosey around a bit and then realise I am in need of a) a coffee and b) a loo before the next thing...Cafi Alys to the rescue!

'The next thing' is a noon talk at Moma by lovely Irish artist and printmaker Deirdre McKenna, who hails from the area I know so well and where Alistair has been. Quite surreal, seeing films of the Dingle streets. I muse whether we should have gone that far to live ...and, if I were there, would Ben still be nine or ten and spending his holiday money on OASIS albums? Silly me...

Deirdre's work is about Celtic Connections, so it is all good, and I drift from there to the excellent Penrallt Bookshop, where I bump into a 'bender' acquaintance. And spend too much money and time...

Running through the rain to catch the bus home I buy random fruit and veg...an effort to prove to Alistair I really am Most Civilised...

Tuesday, 26 September 2017

#homealonedayeleven

A less eventful day today as I've only managed to wreck one thing (so far...)
The dogs and I had an early walk up the cliff this morning...one of those days when there is no horizon, the sea and sky melting into one another.
Yoga was a peaceful space, with the focus on flexibility...so lovely and stretchy. Then into town for a fitting of my jacket, being altered by the lovely Lydia...
A quiet afternoon, doing cleaningy things...

A programme about the artist Gluck, of whom I knew nothing, on iplayer tonight :-)

Monday, 25 September 2017

#homealonedayten

10.30am and Kitty has yet to put in an appearance, despite loud music downstairs. I open the curtains in the spare room and say Good Morning brightly. She sighs and opens one eye, briefly.
Honestly, it's just like still having a teenager in the house...

Later we have a walk in the 'dreich' and the dogs pose for a photo by a (very) young woman, who belongs to the university caving club. She assures me her mother knows what she does in her spare time. I remain unconvinced, but Ben has been in touch, so I smile, knowing he is alive :-)

Later still we sit reading in the sunshine waiting for the grass to dry enough to be cut. Finally I decide I must cut it before the lengthening shadows render it damp again...
It is still quite wet and afterwards I bang my gardening clogs together to remove mud and grass...out from under one of the insoles drops my silver ankle chain which went missing weeks ago - today just gets better!

Sunday, 24 September 2017

#homealonedaynine

Woke very early this morning with the decision already made, somewhere, to have a musicky day...
So on with radio 3, and the kettle, and a look at last night's ceramics. It's obvious that the pinchpot I was idling over has decided overnight that it wants to be a jug - so on with the apron and out with the tools :-)

First we bring in the washing from the line and have another go at getting rid of the musty smell from the fab wool jumper I found in the charity shop in the week...this time I tried rolling it in bicarb for a bit and then soaking in fabric conditioner. Back onto the line...

Kitty and I set off a bit later for the delayed walk over the hill to do a visit at Plas Cwm. It took an hour to get there and was drizzling when we arrived. Kitty was a great success...
It was pouring when we left and a carer I know well was also leaving on her bike. House-sitting with five dogs - and  'at least I get to take my parrot' she remarked as she pedalled off. As you do :-) Surreal day...
I plug my headphones in as we trudge along and am rewarded by Tom Lehrer's 'Poisoning Pigeons in the Park'
Private Passions, radio3's answer to Desert Island Discs, follows - Stephen Poliakoff :-)

We get filthy and wet on the way home - my pink cagoule is at least waterproof and my new trainers almost...
Maybe I'll reward myself with a (Poliakoff) film later...

Saturday, 23 September 2017

#homealonedayeight

Well I was woken in the early hours by The Limping Whippet (any Beiderbecke fans out there?), jumping on the bed to assure me she felt "much better, thank you, is it dinner time?"

It certainly wasn't and, in the morning, I panicked briefly on being unable to find her in any of the usual places (had she slid beneath the front door and left to find a rabbit?). Bizarrely, she was asleep in the attic and we all enjoyed an early walk in the silent cliff sunshine.

Off to dance in Llanbadarn and then stopped briefly in town, where the usual suspects were supporting Catalonia's right to independence.Indeed, but way too many flags for my liking...

A day or two ago I was in the Oxfam shop when the Big Issue seller was attempting, with no success, to negotiate the price of some trainers for their teenager. This has been bothering me, so today I stopped to ask them...no, no success and yes, they were still in the shop.
So we went in bought them and the young person on the till explained the returns policy politely...a little language difficulty.
Thank yous and tears and I was able to come home for a quiet afternoon. Hard to see who received most from the transaction...

Friday, 22 September 2017

#homealonedayseven

Well, that was another weird one!

Some useful bits - finding a lovel wool jumper and getting a bit if money off, because it has a little hole,
getting some more free wood...

On the other hand, Kitty messed up my plans for a long walk to visit Plas Cwm, by rolling in badger-poo
and now has a bad foot, or at least thinks she has - which is just as bad :-(

But ...I have just binge-watched the end of Transparent
and then turned on Fb to discover series 4 is up and running, yay!

Life goes on, get it while you can!