Damp Squib

What a damp squib that eclipse was, the media had whipped the nation into a frenzy of excitement and it's been a long time since I've been excited. I was expecting total darkness with falling temperatures, confused birds singing the dawn chorus at half 7 in the evening, none of that happened, well, not in the North West anyway. Lets hope the 2090 eclipse will be better!

Can you see the yellow orb on the tarpaulin next to Carmen's cake mixer? If you look at it closely you can just make out the eclipse.

There I sat one morning, perched on the edge of the mattress like a gargoyle starring blankly out of the window, I was waiting for a surge of energy to carry me to the bathroom. I blinked, then rubbed my eyes and blinked again, there appears to be a dolphin swimming in the sky, it was very close too, coming to my senses I grabbed my phone and took this snap, it turned out to be an Airbus Beluga XL delivering aircraft componets to nearby Hawarden airport also known as the local landing strip for posh people with private aeroplanes.

 

It wasn't easy choosing a song from the Cocteau Twins one of Mitzi's favourite Siouxsie and the Banshees tribute bands from yesteryear, Frou-Frou Foxes in Mid Summer fire, seems to be apt considering the circumstances, I don't know about you but I'm very suspicious about those so called 'wild fires' that are sweeping across Europe. Love's Easy Tears is another favourite of mine.

   

 

I've learnt another Welsh word. Hen (pronounced Hean) it means Old as in Hen Golwyn (Old Colwyn) I saw it on a road sign en route to Llandudno.