My commiserations to you for having to spend your 90th in London with freezing rain storms, surrounded by people who you don't know with music you probably don't like.
You spent so much of your life in solitude standing your ground and avoiding the assassins bullets and then the best humanity can do is to throw you a birthday party in the middle of the capital.
The hamburgers will be vile if you can cope with standing in line for them and the toilets similar to Zimbabwe in summer with an Ecoli alert.With tacky tents flogging trinkets for ten times the price that children with aids sell the tourists in Harare.
Quite why you didn't spend it in Africa is beyond me because I would have done.
There is nothing like home.
Pop in for a cup of tea if you are passing through Wales.......oops if you have read my blog you will know to be careful. Any more false imprisonment and I will be catching you up
Friday 27 June 2008
Wednesday 25 June 2008
In memory of Irish Colleen
Irish Colleen.
Happy Endings
Colleen was a gift that passed through life like Lassie in the films. Every time a child needed help there she was with her show and pony club diary pointing out favourite events with a little chestnut hoof.
She should be remembered not only for all her amazing achievements but also for the fact that anyone who knew her smiled. She brought happiness to so many children’s lives and pride to many mother’s hearts. She carried children round like they were her own, setting them down only to show their humans all the prizes Colleen and they had collected on the magic carpet of competition. That being Colleen’s own prefered vehicle.
When we first met Coll it was in April 2003 and she came to Trallwm farm due to family tragedy.She came in immediately and I just knew as she did her catwalk down the ramp whom she was going to be loved by next.
Little Naomi loaned a Shetland pony from us but she needed really a pony now that her knees didn’t touch the floor on but could still be a security blanket. We had to bully the poor child a bit because her chin and lip were set in defiance at this HUGE 14.1hh pony we were asking her to risk her life on. We threw her on board under the misapprehension that she could try her for a bit,knowing full well that Colleen was perfect for her and anyway Colleen had her toothbrush packed ready to go home with Naomi .
The day after “Coll” went home Naomi rode her three times. She was obviously well schooled and happy to be ridden, but did look “elderly”. The family groomed her & massaged her every day & she enjoyed home grown haylage & some hard feed. She filled out, muscled up and started to glow. A few weeks the pair went to their first show together. It was the Llandeilo and district show and they entered in all sorts of classes. To Naomi’s surprise they got placed in almost all of them. But in the first class Colleen won the Pony Club Pony Championship and she deserved it. She was excellent all day Naiomi received more rosettes on one day than Naomi had done in the last year! Naomi never had a pony like that before. and wasn’t going to give her back now!
Colleen very quickly established her place as matriarch of the little herd. She liked things done her way & in the right order. Once she had rubber mats fitted in her stable – she made it very clear that she did not approve of such “new fangled” stuff so went back to her straw bed. Try as we might we could never get her to eat hard feed at breakfast time because she insisted that she should go out at once, rain or shine.
The family were so surprised that such a good quality pony was given to an animal sanctuary they decided to trace her old owners back to the time when she was only fifteen years young! After a long wait they received loads of information and photos of her from Val Johnson, who told them they used to call her Collywobbles. They found out that she had been placed at Ponies UK in 1995 (7th in the show hunter type) and also had a foal (in 1985) who looked identical to her. All anyone knew about her owners prior to Trallwm Farm was that they were going through difficult times Luckily Coll was given to Trallwm Farm instead of the sales, as Colleen the national treasure could well have been lost to a meat lorry.
It was clear that Coll had been fantastically well schooled & so Naomis mum suggested trying some Prelim dressage tests with her. The results were astounding and they got placed every time! They competed in the Pony Club Area Dressage and were placed 3rd. They also took part in the area show jumping. Novice level dressage and were astonished to qualify for the national dressage championships at thier first competition at that level! In veteran classes that Colleen won easily as most of the other entrants were merely half her age! You see the big secret was that Coll was 32 yrs old when she came to Trallwm Farm On several occasions the judge & steward found it very difficult to accept how old she was.No one had told Colls to grow old gracefully although in everything she did she was very simply gracefull and the best was yet to come
The Dressage Championships of Great Britain.
The Dressage championships are a wonderful but daunting experience for any rider lucky enough to get there. They are held at the David Broome Event Centre where there were great facilities that Coll enjoyed the luxury of. The whole family and friends went for the big event. Irish Colleen got very over excited and had to be lunged so she could let off some steam.The family were convinced Coll believed these shows were set up especially for her. The first afternoon was the warm up competition and Novice 21. The result was better than thier average percentage but still Naomi didn’t get excited as it was only a practise competition and just qualifying for the Novice competition was an achievment in itself . The first day was Novice 24 and by that time Coll had settled down into her surroundings and started working. The big day came and Naomi was racked with nerves but Coll knew what she had to do and the team went really well. By the time the third day came Coll was tired but kept going.
The family were happy to have the chance to attend the event and got ready to go home. Naomi went to the secretarys tent to collect her score.
She was shocked to discover Colleen and herself had won the junior section !
By Easter 2004 it was obvious knees would be dragging on floors again and it was time for Colls to stop giving so much so Colls decided to take on another child who was then 6 yrs old. Martha being Naomis sister was a perfect charge for Colleen. She didn’t have to leave her home and friends but could continue lifting a child and soaring away on the magic carpet.
Time passed and the new team of Colleen and Martha started a new collection of Rosettes . Colleen found something else she enjoyed , endurance rides! Being only six dad Paul led the pair round but declared “never again” as Colleen got rather “excited” over the six miles and dad couldn’t go the pace. Martha was exhausted too as Colleen jogged the whole route. Colleens last show was a local one and Martha happily attached all her winning rosettes to the much loved ponies bridle. The following week Colleen let them know that she suddenly wasn’t well. She had lost her balance and no matter what the vet tried it didn’t work.
Colleen didn’t mind at all,in fact she still demanded to stick rigidly to her daily routine. The family gave her all the love they could and when it was time for Coll to come in at night ,she simply went to sleep in a new place.In a beautiful peaceful wood where the family can still sit and talk to her.where future generations will hear about the best pony there ever was. Coll knew it was time to go and she didn’t mind at all.In fact she gave a gift to another pony. She gave the children the best education they could have had in order to teach a younger pony.
Alfie is another Trallwm Farm pony who was in desperate need af a loving child to compete him.Coll taught Martha all she needs to know too get Silver (as Alfie is now called ) on that magic carpet called competion.
Who knows he may even win the pony club cup that is in memory of Coll. It is for the pony who gives most to a child.
Happy Endings
Colleen was a gift that passed through life like Lassie in the films. Every time a child needed help there she was with her show and pony club diary pointing out favourite events with a little chestnut hoof.
She should be remembered not only for all her amazing achievements but also for the fact that anyone who knew her smiled. She brought happiness to so many children’s lives and pride to many mother’s hearts. She carried children round like they were her own, setting them down only to show their humans all the prizes Colleen and they had collected on the magic carpet of competition. That being Colleen’s own prefered vehicle.
When we first met Coll it was in April 2003 and she came to Trallwm farm due to family tragedy.She came in immediately and I just knew as she did her catwalk down the ramp whom she was going to be loved by next.
Little Naomi loaned a Shetland pony from us but she needed really a pony now that her knees didn’t touch the floor on but could still be a security blanket. We had to bully the poor child a bit because her chin and lip were set in defiance at this HUGE 14.1hh pony we were asking her to risk her life on. We threw her on board under the misapprehension that she could try her for a bit,knowing full well that Colleen was perfect for her and anyway Colleen had her toothbrush packed ready to go home with Naomi .
The day after “Coll” went home Naomi rode her three times. She was obviously well schooled and happy to be ridden, but did look “elderly”. The family groomed her & massaged her every day & she enjoyed home grown haylage & some hard feed. She filled out, muscled up and started to glow. A few weeks the pair went to their first show together. It was the Llandeilo and district show and they entered in all sorts of classes. To Naomi’s surprise they got placed in almost all of them. But in the first class Colleen won the Pony Club Pony Championship and she deserved it. She was excellent all day Naiomi received more rosettes on one day than Naomi had done in the last year! Naomi never had a pony like that before. and wasn’t going to give her back now!
Colleen very quickly established her place as matriarch of the little herd. She liked things done her way & in the right order. Once she had rubber mats fitted in her stable – she made it very clear that she did not approve of such “new fangled” stuff so went back to her straw bed. Try as we might we could never get her to eat hard feed at breakfast time because she insisted that she should go out at once, rain or shine.
The family were so surprised that such a good quality pony was given to an animal sanctuary they decided to trace her old owners back to the time when she was only fifteen years young! After a long wait they received loads of information and photos of her from Val Johnson, who told them they used to call her Collywobbles. They found out that she had been placed at Ponies UK in 1995 (7th in the show hunter type) and also had a foal (in 1985) who looked identical to her. All anyone knew about her owners prior to Trallwm Farm was that they were going through difficult times Luckily Coll was given to Trallwm Farm instead of the sales, as Colleen the national treasure could well have been lost to a meat lorry.
It was clear that Coll had been fantastically well schooled & so Naomis mum suggested trying some Prelim dressage tests with her. The results were astounding and they got placed every time! They competed in the Pony Club Area Dressage and were placed 3rd. They also took part in the area show jumping. Novice level dressage and were astonished to qualify for the national dressage championships at thier first competition at that level! In veteran classes that Colleen won easily as most of the other entrants were merely half her age! You see the big secret was that Coll was 32 yrs old when she came to Trallwm Farm On several occasions the judge & steward found it very difficult to accept how old she was.No one had told Colls to grow old gracefully although in everything she did she was very simply gracefull and the best was yet to come
The Dressage Championships of Great Britain.
The Dressage championships are a wonderful but daunting experience for any rider lucky enough to get there. They are held at the David Broome Event Centre where there were great facilities that Coll enjoyed the luxury of. The whole family and friends went for the big event. Irish Colleen got very over excited and had to be lunged so she could let off some steam.The family were convinced Coll believed these shows were set up especially for her. The first afternoon was the warm up competition and Novice 21. The result was better than thier average percentage but still Naomi didn’t get excited as it was only a practise competition and just qualifying for the Novice competition was an achievment in itself . The first day was Novice 24 and by that time Coll had settled down into her surroundings and started working. The big day came and Naomi was racked with nerves but Coll knew what she had to do and the team went really well. By the time the third day came Coll was tired but kept going.
The family were happy to have the chance to attend the event and got ready to go home. Naomi went to the secretarys tent to collect her score.
She was shocked to discover Colleen and herself had won the junior section !
By Easter 2004 it was obvious knees would be dragging on floors again and it was time for Colls to stop giving so much so Colls decided to take on another child who was then 6 yrs old. Martha being Naomis sister was a perfect charge for Colleen. She didn’t have to leave her home and friends but could continue lifting a child and soaring away on the magic carpet.
Time passed and the new team of Colleen and Martha started a new collection of Rosettes . Colleen found something else she enjoyed , endurance rides! Being only six dad Paul led the pair round but declared “never again” as Colleen got rather “excited” over the six miles and dad couldn’t go the pace. Martha was exhausted too as Colleen jogged the whole route. Colleens last show was a local one and Martha happily attached all her winning rosettes to the much loved ponies bridle. The following week Colleen let them know that she suddenly wasn’t well. She had lost her balance and no matter what the vet tried it didn’t work.
Colleen didn’t mind at all,in fact she still demanded to stick rigidly to her daily routine. The family gave her all the love they could and when it was time for Coll to come in at night ,she simply went to sleep in a new place.In a beautiful peaceful wood where the family can still sit and talk to her.where future generations will hear about the best pony there ever was. Coll knew it was time to go and she didn’t mind at all.In fact she gave a gift to another pony. She gave the children the best education they could have had in order to teach a younger pony.
Alfie is another Trallwm Farm pony who was in desperate need af a loving child to compete him.Coll taught Martha all she needs to know too get Silver (as Alfie is now called ) on that magic carpet called competion.
Who knows he may even win the pony club cup that is in memory of Coll. It is for the pony who gives most to a child.
Monday 23 June 2008
Our loss of Dandini a gypsy trotter horse
Apart from the untimely and pointless death of Abigail my hand reared Jersey x Limo girl caused by Dyfed Powys police I'm only just coming to terms with losing Dandini.
He tripped and died very quickly. Being blind he couldn't see and hit his head hard. There was no blood no distress,just gone in a second.
I'm in more distress having had Dan for many years and having loved and cared for him.
He originally came from Lincolnshire having been left tied to a wooden stake that was impaled in his chest muscles. His eyesight was fragmented in one eye then. A National charity wouldn't help him because he was "unviable" which means they would spend more on him than they could fund raise on him so Dandini came to me. He was out on loan for a long time until his sight finally went. He followed Ferguson everywhere but had just made friends with Scamp and was quite happy wandering about.
I dont think Ferguson will be far behind him. He is very very old now and not holding weight.He is still very happy and eating well so is entitled to his life as long as he wants to live.
He tripped and died very quickly. Being blind he couldn't see and hit his head hard. There was no blood no distress,just gone in a second.
I'm in more distress having had Dan for many years and having loved and cared for him.
He originally came from Lincolnshire having been left tied to a wooden stake that was impaled in his chest muscles. His eyesight was fragmented in one eye then. A National charity wouldn't help him because he was "unviable" which means they would spend more on him than they could fund raise on him so Dandini came to me. He was out on loan for a long time until his sight finally went. He followed Ferguson everywhere but had just made friends with Scamp and was quite happy wandering about.
I dont think Ferguson will be far behind him. He is very very old now and not holding weight.He is still very happy and eating well so is entitled to his life as long as he wants to live.
another day another dollar
Monday saw me at the vets 1st thing with Rasputin my beautiful Burmese feral, whom, when trapped as a kitten to save him didn't have the same opinion on what we were doing !
He has somehow got trodden on by a horse or some such disaster as only a rudeboy who wanders through life like he does could. His tail is broken in several places and has to be amputated end of. Its not like he is frightened by anything because apart from taking on the world he curls up on my bed all night aggravating Bojangles (who hates him). Any normal sighthound would have long since eaten him and buried the bones.
Poor Bojangles has born the brunt of many claw/nose experiments when innocently asleep next to me. Flashing orange eyes signal the retreat of a very wild pussycat who has just been poked with a finger. But he just doesn't care. You can take the cat from the wild but you can never ever take the wild from the cat. That's what I love about him. He isn't going to be happy with the loss of his tail but at least he will live to fight another day. I shall miss his beautiful long twisting Burmese tail with the kink in the end from his Siamese heritage.
Where he was in Llanelli the life expectancy was very limited. Why the locals keep getting cats and then dumping them unspayed is beyond me. When we trap the kittens and find them homes we have a sea of cats and we are simply trawlermen seeing what jumps in the net. Life is cheap in wales
He has somehow got trodden on by a horse or some such disaster as only a rudeboy who wanders through life like he does could. His tail is broken in several places and has to be amputated end of. Its not like he is frightened by anything because apart from taking on the world he curls up on my bed all night aggravating Bojangles (who hates him). Any normal sighthound would have long since eaten him and buried the bones.
Poor Bojangles has born the brunt of many claw/nose experiments when innocently asleep next to me. Flashing orange eyes signal the retreat of a very wild pussycat who has just been poked with a finger. But he just doesn't care. You can take the cat from the wild but you can never ever take the wild from the cat. That's what I love about him. He isn't going to be happy with the loss of his tail but at least he will live to fight another day. I shall miss his beautiful long twisting Burmese tail with the kink in the end from his Siamese heritage.
Where he was in Llanelli the life expectancy was very limited. Why the locals keep getting cats and then dumping them unspayed is beyond me. When we trap the kittens and find them homes we have a sea of cats and we are simply trawlermen seeing what jumps in the net. Life is cheap in wales
Tuesday 17 June 2008
Another seven hours in cells due to a bully
Yesterday we had to answer bail for the squatting incident.
The only person in the house assaulted was Kyra but in order to attempt to justify sending the armed response unit in to a civil situation the police make it up as they go along.
The bail conditions are that we cannot go near anybody who was in,is in and will be in the Dyfed Powys police,near buildings owned or occupied by them etc etc.This includes one womans name which has caused a bit of interest with journalists as they were interested why she was named as she would come under the other listings. Terry Grange has had much publicity with regard to his love life and using the police force credit card to buy dinner and book hotel rooms in London. Now I have never had a problem with this particular lady and I hope she has not with me but I hope she "didnt" !!! YUK !!!
I shall not name her out of respect for her and her alone. HOWEVER Dyfed Powys police in thier usual underhand way held an "off the record" chat with journalists after under cover photographers were following the lady on my bail sheet to her home in the middle of no where. The person the police DID name was Lorraine Thompson who they said was the real person who Terry was alleged to have been seeing.So they sold you out Lorraine !!!!
On my bail sheet it states that the conditions are to prevent further offences and as squatting is civil it is ilegal for them to do this to us but they are desperate men protecting thier incomes.
They were supposed to show us yesterday what it is they think they can possibly charge us with but of course there probably isnt anything.
They then decided that in an effort to control us as long as possible that they would get us to sign a further 3 weeks of this utter garbage that is simply the only way they CAN control us as no one has actually decided we have at any point done anything ilegal.
We then through our solicitor say we are happy to sign reasonable bail conditions to keep the peace but not something illegal or that infringes upon our human rights.
Our nice officer goes and relates this to his boss DI DAVID GUINUI who then says he is not willing to change them and wont be reasonable.This sadly is normal behaviour down at Carmarthen. I feel very sorry for the decent officers working there.
Our solicitor then spoke to Guinui and told him there was no point at all in continuing the conversation.
Guinui was simply as per usual protecting the Dyfed powys gang and has no interest in doing the right thing. The end result was that we were bullied in the hope we would sign and then we were put in cells for seven hours until an Inspector over ruled Guinui. Kyra had her 8 week old daughter with her as we were told we just had to sign something and go.
They read out aloud what they wanted us to sign and we refused the ridiculous and intimidating bail conditions verbally.
And the we were released absolutely without having to sign anything when in fact we were happy to meet them middle way.
And has Dyfed Powys rushed forward to charge the racist thug with all he did to me ????
What do you reckon ? Im not Welsh and I upset them by fighting back.
DI DAVID GUINUI Anytime you want another metaphoric kick in the nuts bring it on because I wont quit untill I expose what Dyfed Powys did and I get justice. And incidentally as Terry Grange has been accused of protecting a peadophile judge do you think in this political climate you should be spending so much time on the killing of a peadophile...oh yes I forgot he was ANOTHER DYFED POWYS EX COP ON CHARGES.
The worst bit of all is that because I wasnt here yesterday one of our pet cows jumped over a fence trapping her foot and died. Last time I was wrongfully arrested by WPC PHILLIPS Jazzie my Jersey girl split her stomach and died.
Not that either of these heartless people care and a letter of apology last time from CPS didnt bring Jazzie back.
The only person in the house assaulted was Kyra but in order to attempt to justify sending the armed response unit in to a civil situation the police make it up as they go along.
The bail conditions are that we cannot go near anybody who was in,is in and will be in the Dyfed Powys police,near buildings owned or occupied by them etc etc.This includes one womans name which has caused a bit of interest with journalists as they were interested why she was named as she would come under the other listings. Terry Grange has had much publicity with regard to his love life and using the police force credit card to buy dinner and book hotel rooms in London. Now I have never had a problem with this particular lady and I hope she has not with me but I hope she "didnt" !!! YUK !!!
I shall not name her out of respect for her and her alone. HOWEVER Dyfed Powys police in thier usual underhand way held an "off the record" chat with journalists after under cover photographers were following the lady on my bail sheet to her home in the middle of no where. The person the police DID name was Lorraine Thompson who they said was the real person who Terry was alleged to have been seeing.So they sold you out Lorraine !!!!
On my bail sheet it states that the conditions are to prevent further offences and as squatting is civil it is ilegal for them to do this to us but they are desperate men protecting thier incomes.
They were supposed to show us yesterday what it is they think they can possibly charge us with but of course there probably isnt anything.
They then decided that in an effort to control us as long as possible that they would get us to sign a further 3 weeks of this utter garbage that is simply the only way they CAN control us as no one has actually decided we have at any point done anything ilegal.
We then through our solicitor say we are happy to sign reasonable bail conditions to keep the peace but not something illegal or that infringes upon our human rights.
Our nice officer goes and relates this to his boss DI DAVID GUINUI who then says he is not willing to change them and wont be reasonable.This sadly is normal behaviour down at Carmarthen. I feel very sorry for the decent officers working there.
Our solicitor then spoke to Guinui and told him there was no point at all in continuing the conversation.
Guinui was simply as per usual protecting the Dyfed powys gang and has no interest in doing the right thing. The end result was that we were bullied in the hope we would sign and then we were put in cells for seven hours until an Inspector over ruled Guinui. Kyra had her 8 week old daughter with her as we were told we just had to sign something and go.
They read out aloud what they wanted us to sign and we refused the ridiculous and intimidating bail conditions verbally.
And the we were released absolutely without having to sign anything when in fact we were happy to meet them middle way.
And has Dyfed Powys rushed forward to charge the racist thug with all he did to me ????
What do you reckon ? Im not Welsh and I upset them by fighting back.
DI DAVID GUINUI Anytime you want another metaphoric kick in the nuts bring it on because I wont quit untill I expose what Dyfed Powys did and I get justice. And incidentally as Terry Grange has been accused of protecting a peadophile judge do you think in this political climate you should be spending so much time on the killing of a peadophile...oh yes I forgot he was ANOTHER DYFED POWYS EX COP ON CHARGES.
The worst bit of all is that because I wasnt here yesterday one of our pet cows jumped over a fence trapping her foot and died. Last time I was wrongfully arrested by WPC PHILLIPS Jazzie my Jersey girl split her stomach and died.
Not that either of these heartless people care and a letter of apology last time from CPS didnt bring Jazzie back.
Sunday 8 June 2008
Tiny ...available for tv interviews
I adore my cows, one of the books Ive done feature the story of my beloved Jazzy who was the best cow in the world and of my grief at Jazzy dying but of the legacy she left behind.
Tiny is one of those whom benefited from Jazzy. He is three years old now and named by my sister one Snowy Christmas. He really was a tiny scrap who like others had come in with a viral problem.I worked so hard saving him and the others but because the calves were born with a problem it was soul destroying. Tiny made it and one of the reasons was I became his mum and wouldnt let him fade away. I collected him at two days old from a Jersey dairy unit that had the calves shot and taken away by the hunt . I negotiated the lives of quite a few Jerseys from that place and quite a few still graze happily here content with the family they have grown into.
Tiny should have grown into a huge nervous ,aggresive beast living on borrowed time because by 2 yrs old nature takes over and you have a dangerous big Jersey living in your pocket.
No one told Tiny and so he has happily lived under the assumption he is one of us. He comes to all our barbecues, meets people alongside the Danes and recently he started to be a bit norty.
I have a neighbour called Eirion or Squibs to most people. He has a huge family of daughters,grandchildren and a wife who feeds and cares for everyone. Eirion is kind, helpful, trust worthy and extremely funny. If you have your back to the wall Eirion is the one person you want in your corner alongside Phillip Morrell.
Last Sunday I took Merion and his daughter over to meet the cows as they were in the far field sun bathing. We were there untill 8.15pm and then we left.
By 8.30 Tiny got lonely and took down a wall into Eirion's field. He proceeded quite quickly up to Eirions' house where he was spotted.
The problem is that Eirion although a dairy farmer is quite intimidated by Tiny. So Tiny got locked in a barn until I went to check it was him because I couldn't believe how fast he went from here to Eirions.
He looked very sad incarcerated so I went in with Daffyd the grandson to give Tiny big snogs. The next day we walked him back home.
Tiny just loves people and copes with situations far better than most dogs. He is very snugly and cuddly and I love him very much.
Musical thought for the day
After a phone call with a friend in which we laughed and put the world to rights, I decided to revisit Elgar.
Now I'm a firm believer in thinking that you can judge people by two things.
How they drive and their musical taste.
People who drive vehicles that look like an H G Wells time machine in motion complete with flashing lights seem to me on the whole to be quite reasonable types. Down to earth, intelligent even. Because they drive at the same speed that they think . They are generally artistic and passionate by nature and if they are male they tend to be competitive ( until thrashed soundly by a good woman driver in a Jeep with a pirate flag and a Deer hound in the front).
I'm happy to include ambulance drivers in this catagory because in general this holds true for them too. The armed response unit driver from cross hands even qualifies, (although he failed miserably on not taking the marked up Volvo on the roundabout).
Panda car drivers can forget it. They have instructions now to not antagonise me and so when I happen to be driving behind them I notice how they drive like WI members on a visit to a male brothel. Hunched with eyes reflecting at me in the rear view mirror, like hard boiled eggs ready to burst,full of expectations and a hope that they don't get caught doing something stupid. Doh !
Now music runs in a similar vein, in that long flowing music shows a depth of character and a chain of thought that is fluid in both transaction
and aural perception.
Elgar is soothing on the surface yet uplifting , even riotous as our Edward sneakily lifts you from the floor into a balloon ( just think prisoner tv series here ) that floats above the morals of English culture looking down agreeably upon his adoring subjects.He pulls us on a breeze somewhere in our past on a journey to the future.
His work suggests to me that he knew what the future held in the modern world. Most of todays adverts portray verses that we know because most beautiful pieces have been chopped and pasted onto advertising campaigns.
Edward Elgar advertised the British empire at its best.
Lets face it you don't get many axe murderers who claim in court that Elgar worked them to a frenzy and made them do it.So I would consider an avid Elgary to be a suitable friend of a dignified and articulate nature.
As I write this you understand I have to compare various tracks and music types so laboratory conditions are upheld and another classical musicians work is echoing across the valley ,aiding and abetting the swifts and swallows on thier labour of scooping insects from the skies after the summer hay is made.
Its gangster tripping by fat boy slim for me !
Another weekend is here
Ive had my heart in my mouth for two days.Late last night I was playing hunt the dead horse in the dark. Made very difficult by Fergs who kept moving silently and by himself.
He may be 30 plus but he still has his sense of humour.
This morning when the mowers were in across the road and I'm watching Baldric the cat gaze into long grass hopeful of an easy mouse .I suddenly realise he is totally unaware that there is the biggest dog fox feet away from him. I kept banging the window to keep the dog foxes attention and Dibs went out and saved Baldric from yet another adventure in someones mouth.
To murder a famous quote.
To be eaten once may be regarded as a misfortune; to be eaten twice looks like carelessness.
Jake has been howling and screaming for a bit and upon inspection from the bathroom window it would appear that Ferguson our very elderly and doddery 16.3hh is wedged in between Jake's kennel and the back door stealing Jake's dinner !
Jake came in as a dangerous dog and is 6ft 2" in his socks and on his hinds. He is featured in the National great Dane magazine because of his story and how he came back to his life and rejoined the world 6 months after he arrived here at Trallwm Farm. An update will be in the next magazine.
He may be 30 plus but he still has his sense of humour.
This morning when the mowers were in across the road and I'm watching Baldric the cat gaze into long grass hopeful of an easy mouse .I suddenly realise he is totally unaware that there is the biggest dog fox feet away from him. I kept banging the window to keep the dog foxes attention and Dibs went out and saved Baldric from yet another adventure in someones mouth.
To murder a famous quote.
To be eaten once may be regarded as a misfortune; to be eaten twice looks like carelessness.
Jake has been howling and screaming for a bit and upon inspection from the bathroom window it would appear that Ferguson our very elderly and doddery 16.3hh is wedged in between Jake's kennel and the back door stealing Jake's dinner !
Jake came in as a dangerous dog and is 6ft 2" in his socks and on his hinds. He is featured in the National great Dane magazine because of his story and how he came back to his life and rejoined the world 6 months after he arrived here at Trallwm Farm. An update will be in the next magazine.
Nasty fergs did steal the ickle doggy's dinners.
Jake is now my best outside Dane boy. Not to be confused with the best lurcher boy pen and mummy's best house boy Bojangles. I hope they never all meet and compare notes.
Jake is now my best outside Dane boy. Not to be confused with the best lurcher boy pen and mummy's best house boy Bojangles. I hope they never all meet and compare notes.
Friday 6 June 2008
How to be safe in Dyfed Powys police area
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/wales/south_west/7439020.stm
In Dyfed Powys you only get guaranteed protection if you are a member of the police force or a free mason or usually welsh. Anyone who thinks I'm wrong is welcome to test the theory or have a look through all the evidence of my own case.
Terry Grange refused to record certain crimes.
Racism and hate crime were crimes that were not recorded.
I was told by the police what I could or could not put in a statement.
I was the one wrongfully arrested for tractor theft ( I have the letter of apology) after pressure was put on from a political source. Up until April I asked professional standards to investigate the AM involved. Mark Bleasedale who was then removed to Pembrokeshire was honest and approachable. He was investigating what happened to me.
After Mr Bleasdale was moved, the shutters came down and suddenly there was a block on me asking for my legal right of an investigation into wrong doing and I had no option but to move into Terry Granges house as a legal squatter,protesting that because of a series of "blunders" or "sinister moves" very like Terry Grange has been accused of in the above link, I could face losing my home. The reason is quite easily explained.
If you have two people in a debate with an audience
One person is given absolute help and the other told "its civil".
The one who is given absolute help wins because the one told its "civil" has no means of expressing or proving what has happened to them.
If you then consider that what was done to me was racist /hate crime,criminal damage and wrongful arrest and what I allegedly did to the other side was absolutely nothing that the police could charge me with its no wonder why there is outrage that Terry Grange walks away Scott free.
I have to give £40,000 to someone who made my life a living hell for.
Not supplying water to a field I don't own.
wrongfully evicting him from the barns when I didn't.
He left and I heard no more for several years.
If you then add to the mix politicians, crisis in farming, who never ever came here and fell over themselves to help him plus the police refusing to investigate you have a situation JUST like the one above in the BBC report.
I "think " I know exactly who the judge is that is being discussed just as I know exactly who Terry Grange was sleeping with in his love nest.
All anyone is asking is that these things are investigated and action taken but of course there is a whole chain of police, self promoting politicians and do gooders who don't now want to be liable for their "mistakes".
Putting my case to one side.
If the ex wife of the judge is correct.
There is a paedophile and possibly a paedophile ring operating out there with the blessing of the law. You may think it doesn't affect you but someone who talks to your child or grandchild may right this minute be abusing children and yours is next. If the ex wife is right this paedophile is beyond the laws reach.
Ive just been a guest on BBC radio fives talk show discussing squatting and you can hear it on listen again later
In Dyfed Powys you only get guaranteed protection if you are a member of the police force or a free mason or usually welsh. Anyone who thinks I'm wrong is welcome to test the theory or have a look through all the evidence of my own case.
Terry Grange refused to record certain crimes.
Racism and hate crime were crimes that were not recorded.
I was told by the police what I could or could not put in a statement.
I was the one wrongfully arrested for tractor theft ( I have the letter of apology) after pressure was put on from a political source. Up until April I asked professional standards to investigate the AM involved. Mark Bleasedale who was then removed to Pembrokeshire was honest and approachable. He was investigating what happened to me.
After Mr Bleasdale was moved, the shutters came down and suddenly there was a block on me asking for my legal right of an investigation into wrong doing and I had no option but to move into Terry Granges house as a legal squatter,protesting that because of a series of "blunders" or "sinister moves" very like Terry Grange has been accused of in the above link, I could face losing my home. The reason is quite easily explained.
If you have two people in a debate with an audience
One person is given absolute help and the other told "its civil".
The one who is given absolute help wins because the one told its "civil" has no means of expressing or proving what has happened to them.
If you then consider that what was done to me was racist /hate crime,criminal damage and wrongful arrest and what I allegedly did to the other side was absolutely nothing that the police could charge me with its no wonder why there is outrage that Terry Grange walks away Scott free.
I have to give £40,000 to someone who made my life a living hell for.
Not supplying water to a field I don't own.
wrongfully evicting him from the barns when I didn't.
He left and I heard no more for several years.
If you then add to the mix politicians, crisis in farming, who never ever came here and fell over themselves to help him plus the police refusing to investigate you have a situation JUST like the one above in the BBC report.
I "think " I know exactly who the judge is that is being discussed just as I know exactly who Terry Grange was sleeping with in his love nest.
All anyone is asking is that these things are investigated and action taken but of course there is a whole chain of police, self promoting politicians and do gooders who don't now want to be liable for their "mistakes".
Putting my case to one side.
If the ex wife of the judge is correct.
There is a paedophile and possibly a paedophile ring operating out there with the blessing of the law. You may think it doesn't affect you but someone who talks to your child or grandchild may right this minute be abusing children and yours is next. If the ex wife is right this paedophile is beyond the laws reach.
Ive just been a guest on BBC radio fives talk show discussing squatting and you can hear it on listen again later
Thursday 5 June 2008
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