Ben, the Labrador
Ben my Labrador, actually my gorgeous labrador, had a bit of a mad moment this morning on the beach. Must have been the bouncy biscuits he had last night. Anyway, here’s the evidence:
Ben my Labrador, actually my gorgeous labrador, had a bit of a mad moment this morning on the beach. Must have been the bouncy biscuits he had last night. Anyway, here’s the evidence:
Clearing out a few cupboards this weekend uncovered this old photo of the London County Council run “Welsh Class” in HungerfordRoad School, probably around 1963. I wonder where they all are now. You probably couldn’t call it the Welsh Class now, would infringe some law or other I’m sure.
Do you love Christmas? Are you one of those people who get their presents bought in October, the cards written in November and the 10 foot tree up and decorated by the first week of December? Or are you like me and many others I know who just wish the whole thing would start when…
Mari in the evening sun in Aberaeron
For the last 3 years my younger son, Tecwyn, has been working at World Rugby (was International Rugby Board) on the digital team, looking after the development of their websites and apps. This is his interview – in Welsh – for BBC Radio Cymru this morning. It was good to hear him admit that he is…
Image by [phil h Saturday is my wedding anniversary: 28 years ago tonight I was still single. But I just can’t look forward to Saturday. No: it’s nothing to do with my marriage, which is fine/great/wonderful etc etc, it’s because bloody Kick Ball is back. Even before I’ve managed to get my shirt off in…
Sometimes progress comes at a price. When the British armies of yesteryear replaced their Longbows with Crossbows their rate of fire fell from around 30 arrows a minute to one every minute. The range of course was improved, but the volume was significantly reduced. It was however seen as progress. Nowadays, the cost of progress…