I found the need to use large print in my last blog, please read and ponder my words shouted on screen.
I find shouting is sometimes necessary, even if you are a lover of peace and quiet. At this point in time, good people are out trying to prevent the unnecessary murder of our wildlife [Thank You], some who can’t go there kindly Donating fuel money [Thank You]… Paul Caton painted and donated the art money. What part do you play in the preservation of our beloved wildlife be it badgers, foxes…?
People buy new stuff and then dump it (rinse and repeat). A lot of stuff doesn’t ever go away. A lot of it can be used or repurposed or recycled. Yet it gets dumped and the land fills with what could have been, and the land fills with what could have been, and the landfills are unseen, and the land fills with what could have been (rinse and repeat).
The proceeds of wants, while haves and little greeds,
I’ve not experienced a hurricane, only I have lived under a tin roof through some very serious strong winds in Orkney. I’ve heard the wind pulling at it and the rain smashing down on the tin roof sounding like canes; and although the walls were 4 foot thick and made of stone, at times my nerves was paper thin. So yes, I really do feel for those that live through such times. When the elements dance with hobnail boots on manmade things and slash through our creations as if nettle bashing. Where our nerves have no choice, but to feel paper thin!
Maybe this is the last post about our beloved, maybe? We met nose to nose in a mart. Him straight off the mountain, pulled away from his mother and given up. He stood there and when he went into the ring I bid and we won, the both of us. He came home and we nursed the parasites out of him, the fears went with them and we thrived. We had some times. Nothing really scared him, but he could be wary of flip flops for some reason. As for the teenagers that are now adults, the ones who called him over to stub their fags out on him, the ones he forgave and returned to, well I’m still working on forgiving you, who ever you are. He even went on “You’ve been framed” by pulling the hat off a neighbour’s head when he was filming his grandchildren offering him a carrot. He played ball, but ended up many times biting into it and shaking it like a puppy dog.
His world of West Wales
He lived here, he really did and did it well for twenty years without being angry and hateful. Bless ‘im.