A brilliant gold light emerged to the east at 5:26 this morning. Came in through the bathroom window. I assume it was in the east. Dawn innit. Must be. There must have been some cloud cover because it very much looked as if it was being seen through a gap between the sky and the tree lined fields below. The rich gold of the sun was so striking I noted the time before climbing back into our four poster bed. The bed is quite squeaky.
Up for an early ish breakfast as THG needs to be in the queue for her first talk at nine thirty. Some familiar faces in the dining room. The couple with the daughter. She gets a bit bigger every year. Gets dragged along every year. Maybe she is the insufferable intellectual type. Then the jackpot at the tableau just opposite us. A droopy faced woman produced a copy of the Guardian. I’ve always said that this is a festival of Grauniad readers. I am meself, though couldn’t tell you when I last bought a hard copy. I do subscribe.
Discussed the dawn with the landlady at breakfast. She saw it herself. Had got up to let the dog out and have a puff and just stood there admiring the light.
My first gig today is Vincent Doumeizel – The Power of Plankton: Why it’s the Key to our Future. 1pm. What’s not to like? Then it’s Dawn French at 5:30. A bit late but I guess I can take it and it is with THG, who for some strange reason expressed no interest in hearing about plankton. Just no telling with people innit & we’ve known each other for 40 years. Wasn’t that fussed about seeing Dawn but THG wants to and we are a team.
My plan this morning is to stroll around the bookshops of Y Gelli. See if I can pick up any interesting tomes on early non-conformists in Carmarthenshire. Second hand obvs. No hurry. You can’t rush these things. Am thinking a ten ey em start. Maybs a little earlier as I need to walk off breakfast. Gently stroll off breakfast.
Wonderful night out at the Old Black Lion with the full Bradley Roberts clan, partners and all. They are a lovely bunch. I’ve known Rhys and Eirian since Bangor University. Our kids are of the same age. Funnily enough we do the same things every year at Y Gelli. There is a fair chance of it being beers and a curry tonight. Tomorrow afternoon Rhys and I with son Iws will find a pub to watch the last day of the Premier League season with lots to play for. I have no difficulty in pinning my colours to the mast. Liverpool and West Ham to win and Spurs to be ignominiously drubbed by Everton lining them up for a clash with the mighty imps next season in the second division. Could go any way. Might be worth a bet. Well it would be if there was a bookies in town which there aint. Don’t want to do it online. Where’s the fun in that? Plus you have to jump through hoops to prove your identity and I ain’t that bothered.
It’s looking a little cooler this morning. Thirty degrees Monday and Tuesday.