Hello folks. Welcome to Spring here where Dafad is managing rather well despite the very uninspiring Spring weather. The Vernal Equinox date was in the diary for two days ago.
A good friend of mine had migrated from the Fenland Flats to stay with me and take in the healing air of the Welsh mountains for a few days. We decided to celebrate the start of Spring by going up to the trig point on top of the mountain for some "very fresh" air!
On the way up we noticed that (our national flowers) the daffodils in the verges along the mountain road were in bud, though not yet in bloom ... St David's Day was 22 days ago!
The sky moody
This hardly seemed like the approach of Spring ... on the mountain ground was snow!
Since that day we have had almost permanent rain but ... more snow is forecast. Blimey!
I feel so sorry for the local farmers who are struggling with dealing with lambing at the moment. Lambing can be hard at the best of times, but this weather just makes things worse. Cold bitter nights, keeping a check on ewes that seem to be struggling. Hard times.
Where we had parked there was a site of fly tipping, womble me, rescued a womble but more on that later. We were so cold that we headed for home but stopped on the way ...
My friend had never seen the lovely old church.
<<< St Illtyds churchyard looked beautiful in the late afternoon sunlight. Despite the hand-biting cold, it looked warm and inviting. The daffodils against an old stone wall were just beginning to flower and there were cowslips already in bloom. It seemed so very different from being on the mountain top as we stopped on our journey down for a short break before returning to the warmth of home.
But it had been a good thing for my friend from the Flat Fenlands to see just where I live, to take in the mountain air and be able to see 360 degrees around the area we live in. It can be, like drink, intoxicating and addictive. But back to the wombling side of my nature ... I have for many years been a "wombler" of fly tipping and as such have come home with ... "rescued items." That Womble is now safely warm, out of the Spring snow has been washed and dried and has a new home.
The tiger is another rescue >>>
What you see is a bed spread that Dafad rescued some years ago. It was dumped on the mountain. I took it to the Dry Cleaners and lo and behold ... a seemingly brand new bed spread! Complete with a womble!
And with that for now ... I will say goodnight. this womble will fight to live another day and no doubt recycle other peoples rubbish in the future. Here's to "wombling" throughout the years ahead.
Meanwhile ... all across the U.K. more snow is forecast and I expect to wake to a white world. This is a really cold start to spring which will make what is left of the lambing even tougher for all our farmers.
I feel so sorry for the local farmers who are struggling with dealing with lambing at the moment. Lambing can be hard at the best of times, but this weather just makes things worse. Cold bitter nights, keeping a check on ewes that seem to be struggling. Hard times.
Where we had parked there was a site of fly tipping, womble me, rescued a womble but more on that later. We were so cold that we headed for home but stopped on the way ...
<<< St Illtyds churchyard looked beautiful in the late afternoon sunlight. Despite the hand-biting cold, it looked warm and inviting. The daffodils against an old stone wall were just beginning to flower and there were cowslips already in bloom. It seemed so very different from being on the mountain top as we stopped on our journey down for a short break before returning to the warmth of home.
But it had been a good thing for my friend from the Flat Fenlands to see just where I live, to take in the mountain air and be able to see 360 degrees around the area we live in. It can be, like drink, intoxicating and addictive. But back to the wombling side of my nature ... I have for many years been a "wombler" of fly tipping and as such have come home with ... "rescued items." That Womble is now safely warm, out of the Spring snow has been washed and dried and has a new home.
The tiger is another rescue >>>
And with that for now ... I will say goodnight. this womble will fight to live another day and no doubt recycle other peoples rubbish in the future. Here's to "wombling" throughout the years ahead.
Meanwhile ... all across the U.K. more snow is forecast and I expect to wake to a white world. This is a really cold start to spring which will make what is left of the lambing even tougher for all our farmers.
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