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Sunday: I headed outside in a Sunday afternoon pint in hand manner to find that I was walking out into the big blue room, where a distant burning sun was radiating warmth and blinding light. Eventually squinting gave way to normal sight, and I was glad of my short sleeved shirt. I found myself saying "this is almost like Summer" - and it was.
Tuesday: Rain fell outside the window in that pathetic mist type way that I swear goes up and sideways and everything making for wet walls, windows, everything. Nasty day to be out and about. August. Aesop's fables revisited.
Below: A swatch of each - British Summertime.
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I can be a wasteful person. Then again sometimes I set my mind on something and I am imoveable. This is often the case for fixing things which I like to think in some way redresses the balance.

This evening, armed with some new fabric, an industrial staple gun, a screwdriver, some industrial spray glue, and a bunch of motivation I gave my trusty Ikea office chair a lease of new, and accidentally colour coordinated life. More over, I did a good job - FTW,

... as they sang gleefully in Holiday Inn, swinging the doors to the barn open! While Christmas was a white affair, and while technically there was no lack of snow - it was no the usual wet dregs. The rules of the game appear to have been changed, and on Tuesday 5th January 2010 at around 1220 the skies darkened and a lesser (and considerably more fun) hell was let lose, with proper powder snow falling onto North Wales - in fact so much that it resulted in us abandoning our car and walking home (hills - never good after rain and a -6C night) that day (4 hours for 6 miles with car/foot). [ READ MORE ]

There is something about the raw escape of a holiday that not so much brings you back with a bump, but anchors you back, grounds you back into the world in which you belong on your return. Something like the gap between the changed-as-good-as-move-out-of-them Egyptian Cotton sheets versus the sleep like the proverbial log first night back in your own bed, no matter how worn it might be. You cannot buy stuff like that - a sense of soul. [ READ MORE ]

Last Tuesday spelt return to Coleg. Llandrillo Coleg is now part of Glyndwr University - and while I feel kinda sorry for the people doing full on Degree's there - you have to pass it to them for a sense of ambition (as the research building we are in - is now under Glyndwr's wing - big plans clearly). I digress. [ READ MORE ]

Woohooo. New office, new view, new desk (same building).

They say that a change is as good as a rest - I think this was possibly a manager, or officer that came up with this, as its clearly questionable - but it has certainly changed my outlook (if temporarily).

I now sit directly under a window and with a move to a poor colour rendition wide screen TFT, an air conditioning remote, and an office that doesn't smell of stale processed food. It's surprising what that can do for your focus. [ READ MORE ]

.... and so it came to pass, the three headed off on a sunny Saturday morning. South they went, stopping only for a wholesome cafe breakfast, before arriving at the foot of Corn Du and Pen Y Fan.

In short a group of friends went on a jolly to see a hill, repair a small remembrance monument, and return, with a few hours for beverages and jollity before a return to normality. We where blessed with FINE weather (to the point of returning somewhat pinker than when we set off). [ READ MORE ]

We where fortunate enough to meet up with my sister and her family for a weekend of their two week break in Keswick, the Lake District. Very nice it was too. We had one day of rain that I can honestly describe as being of Welsh proportions, and one fine fine day. Quite the little adventure, having not been there before.

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Sorting pictures from recent adventures continues in the background. Amongst them of a bow and arrow adventure in Estonia at Tallinn Castle.

Now, the question I ask myself is how, and at what point did the "I don't want to do / hate PE/games" became the win craving monster I can be at the drop of a hat now?

The most recent revisit to this being the "winner stays on" use-the-non-sighted-non-recurve-old-school-bow to shoot two-lengths-of-arrows at the targets, which quickly became "here is a small bottle of alcohol, congratulations, move along sir."

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Sunday - "we should DO something today" "what shall we do?" - "well Bodrhyddan has its open day"... "get organised, and lets sort some food."

Okay - so it was more 'overly warm to hot' than haut cuisine - and it was of questionable dietary value - however we had a great time, slumped on the grass, sandwiches, watching the world go by, wander around the gardens and back home again suitable outdoors-ed, and freshness of air-ed. The stuff Sundays are made of. [ READ MORE ]