R's rue: 11/06/20

Pub, Ribbons, and A lovely Welsh Walk

The Village Pub finally opens post lockdown.under new management on Monday. The affable despot Jason and I will be going at 7pm for a symbolic and supportive pint together ....we will be hopefully two of many from the village

Use it or lose it !!! that’s what we say !

Our affable vicar Michael Lewis is been around too, hanging red ribbons on the Church yard Yews. It’s Remembrance Sunday soon and in Lieu of poppies are Lewis the vicar has encouraged people to tie a ribbon in support. Today I tied mine.....

I’ve. also met my bubble friend Ruth at her Promenade home in Llanfairfechan and we had a glorious walk along the beach and through the nature reserve towards Abergwyngeryn

It made my month , glorious and profound

This photograph is a beautiful depiction of our walk , it was quite, quite delightful

I am feeling more whole

I am feeling more balanced

It’s been a hard few weeks so I am glad....so glad I’ve touched some base

I am back folks .......

Hey ho xx

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Friday

Within the boundaries of The City of Sheffield there is a surprising amount of woodland. This afternoon I was in Blacka Plantation on the city's southwestern fringe. I snapped the picture above believing that the presence of the red-coated rambler would give the autumnal image more interest.

I also took the following photograph of a sheep taking a break from her favourite pastime - munching grass. On average, sheep spend seven hours a day grazing though this will depend on the nutritional value of the grass they are eating. It is harder to derive nutrients from rough moorland grasses than fertilised lowland pastures.

Back at Pudding Towers, I returned to the re-decoration of the dining room. I was painting the skirting boards while lying on my belly. At the age of sixty seven I have to admit that I am not as lithe and nimble as I used to be. Just getting up off the floor has become something of a physical challenge. Previously, I would have leapt up like a gazelle. Now I am like a sealion on some Scottish island flapping my flippers and even making seal-like noises as I struggle to get back up on my feet. So it goes.

Meantime, across The Atlantic Ocean, in the US marathon event for senior citizens, Young Joe has overtaken The Big Baby and the finishing tape is now in sight. Come on Young Joe! You can do it! Oh dear - The Big Baby has stopped in order to stomp his feet and cry, "It's not fair!" There there Big Baby!

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