Archives for: February 2008
EUREKA!
I’m standing in the main viewing hall at Llandefni museum hardly able to believe my eyes!
GHOSTS & EVAGELISTS
The hotel receptionist is trying to frighten the living daylights out of me by recounting the story of a ghost called George who delights in playing tricks on staff and residents ...
THE CHURCH BEYOND THE VEIL
Nearest and Dearest has just made a rather pointed comment about my waist line, prompted mainly by the fact that he’s discovered the large bag of Minstrels squirreled away in the little cubby hole that sits between us in the car.
FRUSTRATED
It’s another outrageously beautiful day, but I’m feeling too miffed to enjoy it. Firstly, after fiddling and prodding and waving his arm bearing personal sat nav system at a passing satellite, Nearest & Dearest has informed me that the million mile bike trip of yesterday was in fact just 18.243679125 miles, (exactly!).
A MILLION MILES & BACK AGAIN
My bum is killing me! We have just ridden a million miles to Llyn Alaw resovoir via twisting lanes, a farm cart track and now a muddy footpath ...
THE WELL OF NOTHING MUCH
It’s funny how Christmas and holidays tend to bring out the worst in relationships, especially those involving your significant other. I am not best pleased when after a long, knee crunching, lung searing climb up a perpendicular hill I reach the top feeling more than a little smug for not having dismounted, only to hear my mobile ringing.
LATER THAT MORNING
According to Graham Philips, author of the Marian Conspiracy, the Virgin Mary’s bones were kept in this church, but we’re unlikely to be able to verify his supposition because ...
OF KESTRALS & CHURCHYARDS
The silence here is absolute. I am quite alone except for a kestrel that has just landed on one of the grave stones. It looks a bit surprised to see me and I’m a bit shocked too. I’ve just spent the past few minutes poking around in a ruined out house a few yards from the church and found nothing more exciting than an old funeral bier.
IN SEARCH OF THE VIRGIN MARY
Have I got religion? Not exactly, but I have it on good authority that the Virgin Mary is buried on the isle of Anglesey!
EARLY ONE MORNING
It's early morning and I'm standing in our yard watching the dawn come up. Pale, fingers poke through the trees like a pink glove and point towards the stables. Two nodding heads make soft, wickering noises as I approach.