Had some difficulty posting to the blog recently, but solved I hope.
Into Llandod today (Sunday) to top up at Mr. T’s. Huge drifts on the “B” road, which never gets ploughed. The locals are saying it’s the worst in memory. Not for the depth, but for the drifting. Lambing sheds are without water, and have drifted snow in them. As the butcher said, without water the lambs will die. Jan has been lambing and carrying pails from the farmhouse.
Merryhall. If all goes to plan we are moving, hoping to move is more accurate;…
Started chapters like so. “To Oswestry…”. So I did. But why, I hear you WhatsApp,…
by any other name. Browsing the local Facebook group (useful for local news, gossip and…
Early longest-day morning. Can I say that? Goosander family spooked by my minuscule appearance: a…