Just had a dream.
I rocked up at the hospital for my hip replacement and was immediately put on a bed/trolley, had a red arrow marked on my right leg, given an injection in my spine and left alone while the anaesthetic took affect. After a while I got a bit bored and got my laptop out to start recording the whole process for posting later. Then I thought I might not have much time so hurriedly knocked out a Facebook post just saying I was about to go under the knife and I’d see you all after the op. At that point someone noticed I hadn’t actually parked the car and offered to move it to which I agreed. Then some others rocked up having been doing something in a field and set up a field kitchen or something. The place was getting busy. At that point it started to rain and I regretted not having the car to sit in so I got off the trolley and walked to a caff just over the road, climbed the stairs and took shelter under the canopy covering the veranda/porch. The anaesthetic still hadn’t kicked in and I started wondering where the medical teams had got to. I was just about to phone the hospital when I realised I was awake.
How about that then!
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Nice spin out in the car for Sue’s birthday. Swung by Axminster Tools where THG bought a load of offcuts for two quid. Happy girl. Then went to Llanilltud Fawr where we planned to do the beach and the church which as you probably know is fifteen hundred years old. Worth a visit.
En route from Axminster Tools to LLiF (bit of a Welsh pun there) we got caught behind a funeral cortege doing thirty miles an hour. Maybe ten minutes into this tediously slow procession we hit a junction which was a decision point. If the hearse and convoy went one direction we would go the other. They went left, we went straight on and before you knew it we made it to the car park down at the beach.
If you’ve never been, the beach at Llanilltud Fawr is a lovely spot. Great rock formations, pebbles and, on this occasion lots of driftwood including whole tree trunks. No way we would get that in the car. Caff was shut. Bummer. Wot! Mind you most places were shut. A Monday South Wales in January. There were surfers out on the water and a couple of fishermen up on the headland. Seemed to be a long way from the water but who am I to say?
Now this is the funny bit. After the beach I expressed an interest in looking around the fifteen hundred year old church. I particularly like looking at the list of past vicars and seeing what was on the hymn list from the previous Sunday Service. Bugger me there was a funeral going on. The cars from the procession we had been stuck behind earlier were there, parked outside the church.
It was over an hour since we left them so can’t have been much longer to go. We found a caff and related the story to everyone who wanted to hear. They all agreed that it wouldn’t be long until the funeral was over as they had noted that it started an hour previous.
Two teas, a coffee and some sort of shortbread biscuit later we waved goodbye to the folks in the caff and mosied on back to the church. Blow me down, knock me down wiv a feather, the funeral was still ongoing. Ninety minutes in! Fakin L. We postponed the church visit to a time in the future and returned to the town hall car park. Ironically, as we departed Llanilltud Fawr, the church began emptying out. Black bedecked mourners making their way up the road to the centre of the village. Please note that when I go, the dress code will be flowery Hawaiian shirts. No black.
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The road wound steeply up from the beach at Dunraven Castle. A barbed wire enclosed sheep field was decorated with scraps of wool. The telegraph wire perched heavily with small birds. These were not getting ready for an annual migration. Just a regular get together for the dissemination of information. Best place for worms in January.
We ignored the notice informing us of the parking charge. Nobody there to collect the money anyway and no obvious mechanism to pay. Parked on the front row by the sea wall and gazed at the surf, a couple of random surfers, two fishermen silhouetted on the headland and enough rock formations to distract a geologist. The driftwood heavy pebble beach banked up before us invited small children to throw rocks. It being a Monday no small children were to be seen. A good time to go.