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Trelawnyd

This tiktok video has been made by recent Trelawnyd resident Kelda as she climbed up Gop Hill which stands guard over the village

Sweet

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Pitch dark
After concrete thunder.
Guessed what it was
Spitting out dust
In deafening silence -
Something heavy
Clamping my left foot.
Supine in blackness
Fingertips touching the void
Shouting “Help!” then waiting
Bawling “Help!” again...
Nothing.
Nobody comes.
Time collapses.
Dozing then sleeping,
Sleeping then dozing.
Waking to dread.
Everything unchanged -
Inky and noiseless.
Left foot pulsing
To thoughts of water
Cool cascades
And wailing “Help!” once more -
Aching for tiny sounds of rescue
When only

This hollow silence

Remains.

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Love

What are you learning these days? What have you been taught lately? I am being reminded daily that I can’t force time. I realize my flesh is rearing its head regularly as to what it wants. I’m realizing I need to focus on just being. I’m exhausted trying to figure it out. That’s not my job. I keep taking on God’s job. That is a problem. A big one. It’s a blessing to just breathe in. Letting God do His work is my main focus right now. Love yourselves.

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Thank you

For the love

You provide

Sustains

My weary soul

And gives hope

When all

I feel

Is fear and dejection

Lift my eyes

Don’t fear

The wait

Embrace

The anxiety

And fuel

The passion

That is

Within me

Pray I do just this. Thank you

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A Good Read

I’ve read recently that Going Gently is now sanitized.

I guess it depends on what you understand the word to mean .

As a nurse sanitized means cleansed

I will leave the debate there .

Today will be an indulgent and rare day for me as I will be reading

All day.

It’s book club tomorrow and I want to finish Three Hours by Rosamund Lupton

I’ve had to get up early though and have walked the dogs, blogged, straightened the house and tidied Bluebell

Only then can I allow myself to read and nothing else

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Paradise Road-

I miss choir

So tonight I watched the film Paradise Road, a fictional account of the true story of Margaret Dryburgh a gentle hearted Scottish missionary who championed the prisoners of the Japanese in WW2 Sumatra and formed a choir to raise morale

Her story is an inspiration .

Look for the moment where the lumpy and always a burden Mrs Roberts ( Elizabeth Spriggs) gets the harmony right ….heartbreaking

Enjoy

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Stroll

"Seatbelt!" commanded Clint as I lowered my buttocks into his cockpit.

We weren't travelling far. Just fifteen minutes away inside The Peak District National Park. I tucked Clint's wing mirror in when I parked him on Clodhall Lane.

"See you later alligator!" I muttered as I set off towards Wellington's Monument above Jack Flat and not very far from The Eagle Stone shown in the top picture. The Duke of Wellington commanded Britain's forces at The Battle of Waterloo in 1815.

I didn't need a map because I knew the circle I was going to walk - just a little over two miles. Above I was on Baslow Edge looking towards the village of Curbar. Below - a Highland cow with magnificent horns has taken a break from her endless grazing

Near the end of the walk I noticed this small herd of a deer on raised ground in a large area of moorland that is called simply Big Moor. No fancy names. The deer haven't always grazed Big Moor. They are a fairly recent addition and I noticed that a lot of money must have been spent on high fencing to keep them inside the moorland area. Deer and motor vehicles are quite incompatible.

Below - I suspect that the old gatepost predates the dry stone wall to the right. The track once ran along Blackstone Edge to a couple of stone quarries - long since disused.

The lone hawthorn tree below appealed to me and I took a few pictures of it but I think that this was the best one. The tenacious tree is to the left of the image simply because I wanted to include all of its three o'clock shadow:-

Out in The Peak District you sometimes come across contemporary carved stones that may be part of some art project. Near Curbar Gap car park I noticed a "companion stone" with these lines carved upon it:-

Before the stone

before the land

the running hare

the pointing hand

the rattled wheel

the bright idea

something else

would lead us here

Rather than trying to photograph the whole thing, I just focused on this one word - "wheel" where after thirteen years moss is establishing itself in the carved letters:-

Onward I walked - perhaps like one of those Christian soldiers in the old hymn and before too long I was approaching sleeping Clint with my magical key. Press the button and "Abracadabra!" all locks are unlocked. Lord knows how it works.

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