This weekend was great. My former work colleague and friend the Rugby Fiend visited. His company is a real pleasure- the perfect mix of genuine conversation and bullsh1t. He is also the only man I know to have played international rugby for Azerbaijan. The beers flowed, good pubs were visited, walks to cliffs and over hills were made, high-speed 914 trips around country roads executed; and I think he got a feel for life up here in the Welsh slow lane ( he's a city boy you see- London). It was great for me to see a friend from my time down South; a good reminder that part of my life is not just history.
Sometimes catching-up is as good as moving on.
An atmospheric shot of the rugby fiend on one of our walks:
Heavy machinery for dismantling the quarry behind the village- looks very powerful and animal like to me:
Ahhh, the elusive Bluebell:
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