This evening the Trelawnyd warden’s group let the village know that Gentleman Farmer Ralph had died tragically this morning.
I had only seen him a day or so ago.
I had been walking the dogs around 6am before work.
He was driving to the garage to collect his paper.
He stopped briefly to ask how I was and we laughed that despite wearing figure hugging PPE at work I was still the size of a house.
He told me to start keeping animals on the field again in way of extra exercise.
The quietly spoken Ralph and his wife Lywenna are much loved and respected in Trelawnyd...this blog entry from 2019 perhaps underlines his kindness
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Gentleman farmer Ralph
Most of my regular readers will know that I live on a small lane.
The lane snakes out of the village to the south West and turns at a house and then two farms before moving away across the Valley floor.
In the second farm lives Gentleman Farmer Ralph and his gracefully polite wife Mrs L, and this morning they both stopped to pass over a Christmas Card and a couple of gifts.
I love the pragmatism of the farmer's gifts
Handed over the kitchen wall as so many gifts have been over the years,
Was a very large lamb chop
A Christmas Card
And a high viz jacket !
Since I started work at the hospice I take Mary for a walk around 6 am in the morning and at that time Ralph drives to the village shop for his paper!
" You never wear something light in the lane" he quipped " I am worried that one day I'm going to run over you!"
The lane snakes out of the village to the south West and turns at a house and then two farms before moving away across the Valley floor.
In the second farm lives Gentleman Farmer Ralph and his gracefully polite wife Mrs L, and this morning they both stopped to pass over a Christmas Card and a couple of gifts.
I love the pragmatism of the farmer's gifts
Handed over the kitchen wall as so many gifts have been over the years,
Was a very large lamb chop
A Christmas Card
And a high viz jacket !
Since I started work at the hospice I take Mary for a walk around 6 am in the morning and at that time Ralph drives to the village shop for his paper!
" You never wear something light in the lane" he quipped " I am worried that one day I'm going to run over you!"
I will pop some flowers up to Lywenna tomorrow and some homemade soup on Saturday.
from Going Gently https://ift.tt/30cdtKu
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