It's odd the way football pitches seem to be colder than anywhere else. Admittedly lots on Wales are on the top of hills but still. It was so much warmer this afternoon walking over the tip with George. The sun was shining, the birds were tweeting and best of all we only saw two other people. It's not that I don't like people exactly; I would just prefer to avoid them.
That was followed by a trip to Elder Son's to watch the rugby - The Big Game i.e. England against Wales in the English stadium. I watched expecting England to win and it began to look likely. Then Wales perked up and the score grew closer. And then we lost.
This is the problem with being a Welsh supporter. I went in with no hope. Then my hopes were raised. Only to be quashed again. Better to just have no hope I think. It makes life more bearable. Rugby life at least.
One good thing: Elder Son made cawl for us for dinner. Cawl is the traditional Welsh stew and must contain lamb and leeks. Unusually Elder Son cooked his on the barbecue, smoking the lamb for a while first. It might not have been traditional but it was yummy.
One ingredient ES included that is missing from my version was garlic. And here's a photo of the young wild garlic beginning to shoot in the woods today. I think now, before it flowers, is the time to pick the leaves for a garlic pesto.
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That's how I feel about our city's hockey team, the Edmonton Oilers. They do well for awhile and get our hopes up, and then it's right back into the toilet. Oh, for the Glory Days of the 80s when the Oilers were the Unbeatable Best In The League!
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