The Pirates of Trallwm Farm

In Wales they hunt in packs, police ,Barristers, judges,certain members of Plaid cymru , Crisis in farming and low life's out to make a buck from the incoming English.
They have a saying here which is " Come in Rolls Royce's go out on push bikes ".
Its a jolly little money spinner. To be fair they sometimes go after their own if the unfortunate person they are hunting has something the others want. Like Daffyd Morgan losing his beloved home to gangsters wearing the queens silk. But Daffyd has a court case going and the tide is turning.

So far its worked well because no ones ever gone after them, nor written about thier vile behaviour. There are various groups that help each other recover from the greedy dark cloud of human locusts that descend upon families well being but no ones ever really watched and learnt as a fox does.


But I have a publisher....
in fact three but the chosen one nags me which is what I need. The idea of a Trallwm Farm book came about after a series of seven books were published in America involving our animals.
For six years I have been traumatised by ongoing events and old animals that we have loved and cared for taking huge emotional chunks out of me when they pass over. Saddened and weakened by the death of Rose and dragged to my knees with keeping Trallwm farm going as a place of safety to a lifetime of animals. There is no financial value to the animals but there is a huge cost to the heart and soul, to sanity and to a normal life which is freely given up in exchange for a little more life for some very wonderful animals.
Now is the time that my ship sets sail on the journey into the unknown.

The winds of change are filling my sails and the good ship Trallwm farm armed with cutlasses, chocolate profiteroles and a Pirate flag is on its way.
Did I ever tell you about the day I squatted in Terry Granges (sex addict of the parish and ex chief constable of Dyfed Powys police ) house ?
Let the tales begin !

Its raining here in wonderland

I took a friend to L and A activity centre last night which hopefully left her feeling like she had been welcomed into a strange but friendly world.
Its really difficult bringing people into my world because its not normal by any ones standards ( and that's just the bits I can see are not normal ).

L and A activity centre x Trallwm Farm colliding is similar to 3rd rock from the sun meets the TV series "V" only in Hebrew and stressed English,with a bit of fawlty towers for insult.
Nigel who runs L and A is the most wonderful character who is one of the few people who still has faith in others whilst retaining his own.His kindness is legendary but this means he gets taken advantage of especially by the locals. He hadn't had any sleep since Friday because he had several parties in which involved being in the watering hole till 3am cooking breakfasts at 5am Saturday and then he was still running a Barbecue at 12.30 last night.
I love it at L and A because I have quite a few animals there anyway so its home from home but also I adore the customer side of things. Its really just like here.

Eastern European customer..."Can we have more bread "
management "No"
Customer "why ? We have only had 8 bits "
Management "Actually you had 12 and theres only feckin 8 of you "
This was then followed by orders to get a bag of frozen rolls and "throw it at them "
When I ordered drinks the delectable Richard with the Irish ears and the no hope countenance stated quite clearly . Do I look like I know what a feckin soft drink is ( I was ordering Red Bull ) Actually he didn't but the alternative worked on the same lines.

Phone here on any day and you will see we all went to the same public service university.

Richard was later helping another complaining customer to get the barbecue going again. He was gleefully pouring lighter gel over hot coals like a gremlin in a rain shower. I watched him for a bit laughing and then guilt got the better of me so I made him take the cigarette out of his mouth. I really didn't fancy roast gremlin....in fact any gremlin.
The customer was fair game as he is a friend of Nigel's so has been many times to L and A. Last time he was singing Frank Sinatra in the early hours soiree that occur when Nigel gets a guitar in his hand.
Singing Frank Sinatra is in my opinion grounds to be banned anyway especially as he doesn't know all the words to American pie by Don Mclean.
If you want a fun week or weekend and a place to be totally relaxed then you cannot go wrong with L and A. Being abused by the staff is more than fair. Debbie fell in the river once after a water hole soiree. The staff kindly fished her out ,laid her out in a log cabin and didn't laugh once within her hearing.
What more could you want in an activity holiday ?

One of those days

Its been very busy, Phone calls all day but fortunately most were enquiring about homing animals. The oldies wandered down for brekkies and were then tyre levered back out to be "real horses" for a bit. The trouble is Ferguson knows full well the freezer has cakes in it. He loves frozen doughnuts in the summer. He and Jack have become the odd couple,squabbling over imaginary slights and creating empires out of half full feed buckets. There is something quite sweet about thier attempts to double barrell each other without actually getting close enough to connect.
Token gestures are important when you are a 30 yr old and a 22yr old ex race horse pretending to be stallions.
I managed to set fire to the Jeep tonight. The fire brigade wrote it off by filling the hot engine with cold water. Cant be helped and they were very nice about it.
I managed to get my huge tow chains,my metal baseball bat and my pirate flag out. Its been a good Jeep but everything has its last day.

We will say goodbye to Ben our old GSD this week. He is the last connection to the past which is a good thing to move away from but I shall miss his sweet face. His story was featured in magazines when he was young. He came out of a cellar as a biter thanks to the abuse he suffered but he has lived his life at peace with the world for ten years.
Sweet dreams Benjamin.

Hell will have to wait for a bit

Im not very good at this blogging. Part of the problem is that so many things happen on an hourly basis that i just dont get to write them down.I think about it but it just doesnt happen.We spend all day laughing at them but you just dont get to hear about it.
Living here is like a secret forest where the animals come out at night to deep moonlit pools to talk and drink only its day time and the pools are created by the constant rain.
Animals talk all the time only most people dont see it. I can watch a conversation happening on top of the hill from the house and I can laugh at whats being said. At Trallwm farm all the animals are really free to just be themselves . They are like icebergs bobbing through life with 2/3rds below the surface and just the tip showing untill you understand the true charactor deep inside.
Our horse that started it all was Wilber. He came to us as a very messed up sick horse who was the gentlest loving boy who paid his rent with loyalty and friendship. He took care of Kyra through a very difficult time.
Animals do that without any thought for themselves but you show me any human that would do that for you !
Wilber gave every bit of himself untill the day he died in my arms. He was the most loved horse in the world and he had obituaries right across the internet. He changed peoples lives for the better.
Out there somewhere is a man who will always remember that as a child his dying fathers wishes were fullfilled when for a short while a boy smiled as he rode upon the back of a giant white horse. His father always wanted him to get the chance to ride but cancer took away all dreams and exchanged them for nightmares. Just for a while a child got to be a child again.
Each and every animal here is a person and is utterly genuine in thier emotions and behaviour. Consider most people you know and you will understand why they will drag me out in a box before I give up the home of all the animals here.
Like most people I have left bits of my soul in past lives and other places .I have the usual emotional chunks missing but unfortunately for anyone crossing me The bits that are missing are fear of anything and the softness that makes you stop and consider that someone is genuine when they are not.
Inside Im an eco warrior with pink streaked hair and war paint. Take me on and you dig the hole you are going in. Kill me and I rise again.
Like the sun , Im fine in the morning but by lunchtime you will crawl away to escape the heat.
Those that know me or have seen me in the national press will know what Ive been through since living in Wales. The sheer out in the open racism that is endorsed by the police and politicians. The vile cruelty and indifference towards animals that we see everyday and everywhere. Its not an easy way to live but its a way Ive chosen and will stick with untill Ive shown corruption where it exists and protected more animals that come in. Trallwm Farm is often here simply to give animals care and rehoming when thier owners are dying ( which is a frequent reason why animals come here ) and then to help any horses or livestock that have to come in for what ever reason.We really do take them in day or night and its pretty usual for me to be up till late waiting for a very small nervous person inside a huge body to come off a lorry.
I have a pack of dogs for whom this is it. They cannot go anywhere else as here they are free, happy and under control. Take that away and they will be killed. Every day someone (Nigel) will tell me how they could cope with them but they see happy dogs who know boundaries and love. No Trallwm Farm means no pack home and No herd home.That means not just the horses but also our family of Jersey cows who are bonded for life.
Its a big responsibilty fighting for survival every day but I will do it,everyday,always,regardless.

Im going to hell a'rnt I ?