Well I must have done something really good in a previous life; I really must have too have had a day like today. Oh you want more detail? Oh very well if you really insist.
It’s Sunday, now Sunday in our household, if we’re both fortunate to be off together, means car boot day. Mmmmm car boot sales, I can feel my pulse racing at the very thought. You see for me car boot sales are great for two reasons, firstly, if I’m really lucky they provide me with my main supply of items to sell upon the dreaded e-bay (usually Lego) to help finance life’s little luxuries (like a new bleedin’ turbo for the, ahem, fun cruiser), and secondly sometimes they provide me with manner from heaven, items that just enrich our lives, from work clothes too tools to fishing gear too garden bits n bobs. Oh yes indeed upon occasion they may well even bring a wry smile to this grumpy Welshman’s grim exterior. And today’s boot sale was one of those which you could ask no more of.
Firstly there was the rather large tub of vintage Lego, oooh I almost felt a pang of guilt as I bartered the seller to a third of his asking price when there was a healthy profit to be made for the full one (notice I said almost), but then things got really interesting.
A book I hear you decry, ah a book indeed I reply, but one of those that draw your eye, your hand caressing its cover as you ask how much? without even thinking of trying to haggle. The book is over a hundred years old and is called ‘The Settlers of Canada’ written by a certain Captain Marryat. When the cover is a dedication dated 1907, I’m yet to read this little gem but I’m sure that it will be of interest to Le Loup.
Then things improved, oh yes they did. Knowing about my excursions into brewing apples and perhaps other stuff, then feast your eyes upon the picture below;-
Purchased from three different stall holders for the princely sum of £6.00 we have an unused selection of home brewing paraphernalia; a hydrometer, a hydrometer glass, 4 sealable bottles, a demijohn heater, a bottle corker and a bottle crown corker! Oh I must have been so holy in a previous life.
The end of my glorious day you’d think, but no mere mortals there is more to tell. After a brunch of bacon and egg butties we spent the afternoon in glorious autumnal sunshine tiding the garden and painting the garage walls (only a couple of years since they were rendered, oops). Tired and happy it was time to take the smelly one out for a stroll. We headed to Moel Famau knowing that the trails would be empty as the evenings light was beginning to fail. It’s a good while since me and Lucy had padded these particular paths and we were not disappointed. The smell of the open moorland edged by the managed pine forests swamped my senses fully, if only I had smelly blog, for my poor attempt at words in no way could describe to aromas and freshness of air that assaulted our senses.
We took a circular route that encompassed the open heather filled mountain sides and then turning before we climbed to the
we skirted through the pine forests, eventually arriving back at the fun cruiser’s parking spot as the light left us. Along the trail Lucy actually managed to flush a squirrel which just escaped a sloppy tonguing! Jubilee Tower
Below are just a few of the pictures I took along our path, none give justice to the country side we passed.
Above can be seen one of the many bronze age hill forts that add history to the local
As the sun settled Lucy gave me that look that said our time on the hills was done, time to go home.
Home now and truly knackered, I emerge from the shower (sorry, hope you weren’t eating) foe Clare to put a meal of lamb chops and all the trimmings in front of me with a cold glass of cider to boot. I’ve just had time to type this up for you before hitting the hay after all work calls tomorrow, but with days like these – who cares?
Thank you for taking the time to read my tired musings, I cannot be bothered to spell check so I’m afraid there may be a few erroes in this post.