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A wet day has its compensations. Firstly, it waters Jackie’s newest planting well. Secondly, it forces her to take a rest. And thirdly? It enables me to delve into my photographic archives and scan samples to my Apple. Today I returned to the colour negatives of the 1983 holiday in North Wales.
Here is Becky outside the farmhouse where we stayed, in the fields of which
she joined Matthew, Sam, and several obliging cows.
Here are some more photos of the disused slate mine, converted to black and white images.
Sam turns to spur me on up the track beside the house,
beneath which patchwork quilted landscapes are draped.
As has been mentioned before, this holiday was taken before our friends Ann and Don had completed the refurbishment and conversion of Gaeddren, their house in Cerrigydrudion where we were to enjoy further good times in North Wales.
On this occasion, somewhere near the village, we came across a scrap metal yard, where dead cars of varying hues rusted away among the corpses of domestic appliances.
This evening, for dinner, Jackie produced chicken marinaded in honey and mustard; sweet potato, crisp carrots and cauliflower; and a juicy melange of onions, leeks,tomatoes, and peppers; accompanied by a slice of egg paratha brought back from Lal Quilla yesterday. A egg custard tart was to follow. The Cook drank Hoegaarden and I finished the fleurie.
I like the photos of the decaying wrecks of cars – like some kind of post-apocalyptic art.
Thank you, Susanne
My daughters call the region of France I live in ‘the North Wales of France’ … seeing pictures like this convince me they are right.
Thank you, Osyth
De rien, Derrick 🙂
Beautiful black and whites, Derrick. Oh, I love the photo of Sam…I think he steals the show!
Thank you, Jill. He often did
It looks like it was a wonderful holiday.
The second black and white photo is stunning, and the second wrecked car photo does look like some kind of sculpture.
Many thanks, Merril. There are more photos of that holiday to come
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Sweet souvenirs and the black and whites are breathtaking!
Thank you very much, Geetha
Most welcome Derrick!
oh my, that photo of Sam with the light in his hair. Wonderful!
That’s the one that caught my eye too, for that very reason, Laurie.
Thank you, Lisa
Thanks very much, Laurie
Excellent photos, as ever.
Thank you, Quercus
Great photos Derrick.
Thanks, Miriam
Custard is all the rage over on Bruce’s blog today Derrick – just as well you already had yours!
Yes, and just as well your cook is the head gardener and NOT the cook in Bruce’s tale…
Thanks, Lisa
Thanks for the tip off, Pauline. I haven’t got to Bruce, yet.
I love the family pictures. Thanks for sharing!
Thank you, Lynn
I do like your “big sky” photos…
Thank you, Cynthia. I thought you might
I like the patchwork landscape best of all.
Thanks, Bruce
The picture of young Sam, backlit in his willies, is lovely. It would look great framed.
Many thanks, John
What does North Wales and the early eighties put together produce? In your case, some cracking photos! I love Wales. They say of all of England only Wales remained truly English in terms of DNA and so the souls of Arthur and the Isini are in the hills no doubt. And the early eighties were the time I most recall being a little girl and how everything still seemed quite unspoilt and lovely, pre-internet and pre-M4 so some places really were hard to get to and really worth it when you did!
Thank you very much, Candice, for this pertinent response
I once visited a hippie commune in Wales, two sisters of my best friend lived there, they were two beauties, and they lives with their kids, in an old slate mine (probably in hindsight not terribly healthy) but it seemed to me like a paradise at the time. I have never forgotten how Wales does appear to have a magic to it.
I’m pleased to rekindle a memory
Funnily enough (uncannily enough) (predictably knowing you enough) you always do!
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All of the children are beautiful or handsome, but Sam’s expression, “spurring you on,” Derrick was such a precious one!! <3
Lovely comment, Robin. Thank you
Yes, those photos are great, Derrick! I love all those pieces of rusted and not-so-rusted scrap metal! What is an egg paratha? Some kind of egg bread?
You are right about the egg paratha. The paratha is Indian bread – the egg is an omelette on top. Thanks a lot, Luanne
Oh, that sounds great! I love all manner of food with eggs and/or cheese ;)! And paratha is so yummy, too.
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Black and white of the clouds is fantastic.
Thanks very much, Dolly. I even converted to B/W in those days, it seems
You are very welcome. Conversion successful, as they say in computer lingo.
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