It's been a difficult three months only alleviated by friends, family, food and Christmas. The thing is, I got very caught up and upset by the Trump thing and still am. And I hadn't even recovered from the Brexit thing and now there is the ongoing Trump and Brexit thing and the Stormont thing and it looks like the vote in North Antrim might be split and not in a good way. But at least I'm used to disappointment in Northern Ireland politics.
To ease my agitated mind, I've become obsessed with my photo archives, the animated series Archer and low-brow novels that I pick up from a charity table in Tesco. Also alcohol. I'm sipping on a wee Laphroaig as I type this and very soothing it is too.
Spring Squill
So, moving on. The first pictures in the Every Picture blog series were taken in Anglesey in May 2009. Bert, Clint and I had spent a few days at the Royal Welsh Smallholder and Garden Festival in Builth Wells. At the time I wrote a blog post about how Clint fell out with the entire Welsh population but revisiting my picture archives reminded me of another aspect of our brief time in Wales. It was as simple as this - if all had gone Clint's way we would have sped our way from the Marches to Holyhead but it was not to be and we missed our ferry crossing by about five minutes and had several hours to kill. Downtime rarely happens in Clint's company so that was a bit of a treat. We ambled around Holyhead for a while then decided to go check out the coastal area, At some point, we found ourselves close to RAF Valley where Prince William was stationed for a while. No sign of the prince but we did see some very fine jet planes. Bert and I had a wander around the little stony beaches. And it was there on the dunes that I saw, for the first time Spring Squill, scilla verna, a beautiful little coastal plant. I've since found that it grows in some parts of Ireland and is actually the county flower of County Down. I really should try to track it down this spring.
A pebbly beach
Now I'm off to watch another episode of Archer.
2 comments:
Now I know none of us is getting any younger but I don't think you and Bert went anywhere in 1909.
Haha! Fixed it. Just been watching the news. Nothing majorly surprising but all really depressing. Also been reading you - we should stay off the internet late at night - it's far too upsetting.
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