Our last full diary update was two months ago amid the monsoon season of January. Something about that constant rain left us all with rotten colds for much of February. Sybil spent half term constantly vomiting and lying on the sofa all day, but was surprisingly chipper considering.
Once the illnesses shifted (except Fury’s, as she tend to hang on to them longer) kindergarten term began again. Vcitoria has been popping off around the country and we’ve been taking the first steps to properly establishing the business (Velky & Velky). Sybil has been preparing to move on to Ysgol Maenclochog, a state school and therefore her first taste of non-Steiner education. She’s excited about it, but a bit confused so far by how much sitting still is involved. We’ve had carpets put in to the study and the girls’ room. They’ve had a bunk bed put in. Well, I put it in. We’ve been looking around houses with Mum and Keith. We even looked around on without them! A lot can happen in two months. When I’m not finding time to write text entries here I tend to social media the updates as pictures via Instagram (along with stupid miscellaneous stuff like food). At some point I might try to integrate the feed into this website, but until then – and until I find myself more frequently sat at a desk – the updates will be sporadic and jumbled like this.
So, what else has happened??
Victoria’s parents visited, Mum and Keith went on holiday to Los Angeles to see my brother Adam and his family. Sybil practised for her drama club production of Wind in the Willows, and Fury very patiently put up with me taking her for walks in the thick mist and pouring rain. I do try to keep the longer ones for Wednesdays when she was being looked after by Ann.
But together or otherwise we’ve visited many wonderful places in the past couple of months: Gwal-y-Filiast burial chamber, Holgan Camp in Drim wood (where I nearly had to abandon the car in a muddy ditch), Gors Fawr stone circle (an old favourite by now), Dinas Island, the old mill at Welsh Hook, Wallis Moor, Rosebush & Bellstone Quarry, Parc-y-Llyn burial chamber, Rudbaxton Rath, Mynydd Castlebythe. We even went on holiday for V and her sister’s birthday at the end of January. That was ages ago but probably didn’t fall into a diary entry. So, for the record, we went to Llantwit in the Vale of Glamorgan and visited the Welsh heritage park or whatever it’s called, in a relatively posh village on the outskirts of Cardiff. It was cold.
I built a table so I could write a novel. Pretty sure I already mentioned that. I got back to the novel after a month off being ill in February, but have recently been distracted by compiling an arts podcast about fear, which I’m excited about as some of my favourite musicians, poets, etc. have contributed things.
At the risk of this snowballing into a regression-therapy session, the children and their mother are happy and healthy. (They are playing duplo, she is in bed.) We will later build a fence to try to prevent the dog from getting herself killed on the road outside our house. Affairs of state have been slow of late, but I have a few state-sponsored art projects I’m trying to get past the join first minister.
The weather is encouraging. The environment is blooming. The economy is stable.
And with that I will leave you with some pictures from a recent jaunt around the abandoned naval base RNAD Trecwn. The photographs are not in chronological order: