Jun 03, 2007 18:58
Phil has headed off to London to see his family and so I had a weekend away with my own in Wales. I had a great time. I thouroughly believe scrabble is only fun if you are drunk and cant spell. That way, everybody gets to argue over whether a word is real or not, and all burst into complaints each time somebody, after half an hour of deliberation, puts down a word like "Bop" or "Om" and completely closes the board up.
Anyway, I got up at 5 am and snook off for a walk. Ive not had the world to myself for a long time. Just me and the sunrise and a few bemused sheep chewing in the fields. I sat on a rock in the middle of a stream and watched the birds flit by. When I was a child I used to come here, to this very same stream and catch fish. I think ten years have past since I last came to that spot. Back then I would come with my cousins Toni and Danny. we`d walk down the stream at midnight in the pitch black and smoke pot. Occasionally. The place hasnt changed one bit. There is still even a peice of metal junk from a car which I found a slow worm under about 11 years back although slow worm wasnt , unfortunatly.
Alot has happened since that time. though Im still as close to my family members now as I was back then, and im very glad for that, not a lot of people have that.
I got back in about 7 , long before anybody got up and noticed I was missing.