The Next Big Thing – my turn this week
Posted: January 29, 2013 Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: Helen Carey Historical fiction WW2 WW11 Sagas Leave a commentThe Next Big Thing – my turn this week.
Pleased to see Helen’s new piece on her blog….The Next Big Thing is next instalment of the Lavender Road WW2 series – HOORAH!!
see
http://helencareybooks.wordpress.com for all the info
Snow last week (see my post) today it is like the Rivers of Babylon!!
Snowfall – on 23/24 January 2013 it snowed – hard. We took the dogs onto Carningli and all 4 of us revelled in the snow, after our own fashion!
Posted: January 25, 2013 Filed under: Photo, Poem, Uncategorized | Tags: dogs, Newport, Pembrokeshire, sculpture, snow 8 CommentsSnowflakes, fat and magical,
Falling fast upon our seaside town
We hot foot it up onto Carningli
Hiking at the odd angles
Which snow (and sand)
Demand.
Newport Bay lies below
Muffled now, the silence of the snowstorm aftershock
A swarm of starlings split the leadened sky
The eery wingbeats of this huge flock
Mingle with tobogganists careering cries
Nearby.
Home, the windows glowing
Chimney smoke signals our duskening guide
And still, as moonlit darkness hits its stride
Stealthily, greedily, it is snowing.
Posted: January 21, 2013 Filed under: Uncategorized Leave a comment
this is a really good article and thanks for sharing it Best wishes Marc
Whose Shoes? A catalyst for change in health and social care
It is amazing how a single tweet can capture your imagination… and that is exactly what happened here. I invited Ela to tell us more.
Thank you Ela for providing yet another wonderful guest post for this “in my shoes” series, looking at dementia from different perspectives. I was spellbound by this story.
I hope you are too…
Seeing beyond the image – using photographs to help care staff develop a better understanding of their clients
Any nurse will tell you, there are some patients you never forget. For me one of those patients was Tom Wood. I remember Tom not because he was extraordinary, but because he wasn’t. I can’t forget him precisely because I so very nearly did. I forgot he was a living, breathing person, with a pre-illness life, a family and a past. I forgot about what he could bring to our working relationship and instead…
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Lost In Translation? A little bit of nonsense really, but I enjoyed writing it and hope it might cheer up a gloomy evening (well, it is here in Pembrokeshire anyway)
Posted: January 19, 2013 Filed under: Photo, Poem | Tags: Humour, Pembrokeshire, Play on words, Poetry, Wales 8 CommentsCooked Flan in Llandovery
I saw Steven in Llanstefan
And ate a pie in Pwyl
Sang Climb Every Mountain in Mwnt
And Angel Eyes on Carningli
Dined out in Dinas
Ate sewen in Fishguard
And eels in Llanelli
Bought a car in Cardiff
Saw a cygnet in Swansea
Got ripped off in Conway
Swam in Welshpool
Laughed in Laugherne
Got wrecked in Wrexham
Wept in Torvaen
Had a haircut in Aberaeron
Was wistful in Aberystwyth
Hysterical in Hermon
Took a drop in Newport
Or was it bathed in Trefdraeth
Took a boat from Newquay
Spent a decade in Tenby
Sang in Treorchy
Drove a Morris Minor in Magor
Felt glum in Merthyr
Decided Neath was enough
Barbecued in Skewen
Mistook Skokholm for Sweden
Got evicted
To England!