Author: stuart

  • The wall is here

    My wall has been with me for some time, and I’ve decided to share it! You can find it here

  • Cakes…

    You would have been forgiven for thinking that following the procession of the cakes into the lounge, the phrase ‘More Tea Vicar?’ would have been swiftly following, however as it was, (delightfully) all pretence was lost as the host, in broad cockney, announced, ‘e ar then mate, elp yourself”  We were all in stitches!

  • In the post

    These arrived in the post this morning, the CD is in my ears as I write, the cards have reminded me to put up my wall, all the cards, notes and interesting quotes that once adorned the old study, I’ll be doing that later and probably still be listening! Thanks K 😉 [ You’ve also…

  • July

    It is already half way through July and I’ve only just noticed…  I think this month, you can ask me anything about the underside of the front of a classic mini, or about the suspension system, I’ve covered it all in an attempt to get the car through it’s MOT, just a little welding to…

  • Parish Walk #1

    I didn’t want to dictate the route of the first walk, so I asked for a start point and an end point.  In the end we walked a circular route from one well to another and back again.  We had no route planned, except for a vague direction.  We began at the Well in Ffynnongroyw,…

  • Leaving Prayer

    Roll out the Vicar…   my contribution to our leavers service in the school. A Leaving Prayer God we pray: May you who leave this place: Take with you every blessing you have received here: Blessings of friendship Blessings of memories Blessings of knowledge And may you who leave here today to begin a new…

  • Cerrig bach

  • Cae'r Gors

    Yr hen dy Kate Roberts, awdur straeon fer cymraeg.

  • Yr ochr arall (eto)

    I gave up my book, worthy though it was, the interruption is welcome, if not lightly fanciful, ‘we won’t disturb you if we sit here?’ no, (and yes of course!) The three delightful ladies who lunch interrogate my lazing in the sun, already having gleaned our occupation from the staff, perhaps slightly quizzical at my…

  • Yr ochr arall

    Looking from Neston across to Wales, Holywell was easily picked out due to the water tower on the tops, I thought to myself, I’d hate to live over here with that great view, always seeing it but not being there, but then, I always look to Liverpool from Wales, not longing to be there, but…