Another one from 2017 and a touch of serendipity: yesterday I came across my copy of ‘On The Black Hill’ which I’d bought around that time
Regular readers will remember from last autumn such gems on this blog as the fuel and wood situation, the dog situation and the bread situation. These situations have been revisited, revised and reorganised in my second – nay, third – trip to the borderlands where Monmouthshire and Herefordshire kiss – or perhaps spit at each other – over a river.
I’m an old hand at the Welsh Marches now: I know the roads and the villages, I know the castles and the churches; I know the pubs and the people. Most of all I know the dogs – but alas! the resident dogs have the memory of a goldfish and in spite of the fact that I walked, fed and entertained them for several weeks, they did not remember me. But the dogs are the least of it: for now we have the geese situation, the duck situation, the turkey…
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