Sunday, March 06, 2022

Up the Ganges

Another productive morning yesterday: washed and hung out three loads; cleaned study and hall; and made banana bread. As well as fitting in a Welsh lesson, and showering and hair-washing. On fire I tell you.

So in the afternoon I was free to enjoy a beautiful walk with Elder Son and family to Pwll Du (black pool or rather, pool black). An aside: one of the phrases I have recently learned in Welsh is "It's a dump." "Mae e'n dwll o le."

I made banana bread specifically because I had one very black banana, and for us to have a snack on the beach. It turned out that only four of the six of us liked banana bread but we enjoyed it, and easily used up the calories on the climb back up the hill afterwards! That's my excuse anyway.






GrandSon3 asked if we'd go and watch him play football this morning. Swansea has some creatively named playing fields including Paradise Park and The Ganges, and it's in the Ganges he's playing today.

When I was in grammar school we didn't have our own playing fields so had to walk up to the Ganges to play hockey - in our navy knickers! I wrote a post in 2018 all about hockey and exercise generally. Re-reading it just now brought back all the horrors!

Later
Visiting, it was just as bad as I remembered. On top of a hill, bleak and freezing cold.

This on our local postbox warmed my heart though on the way back.





8 comments:

Marie Smith said...

Time with family is priceless in spite of the surroundings sometimes!

Debra She Who Seeks said...

I love that post box decorated with support for Ukraine! You may get some extra visitors today on your "Whoops! And Again!" post -- it is my "Post of the Week" over at my blog today.

Liz Hinds said...

It is, Marie, always.

Ooh, thank you, Debra!

Boud said...

Wow, Liz, fame at last!

I have bleak memories of hockey fields, wet, freezing, miserable. I can't believe they improved anyone's health and fitness. Definitely not our mental health anyway.

Tundra Bunny said...

It's nice to see the old-style red mailboxes still in use. That crocheted sign of support must have taken ages to make!

pam nash said...

Looks like a lovely walk by the water. Cold and bleak perhaps but you got to see grandson playing - mine were all too far away.

Moving with Mitchell said...

Oh such beautiful photos. And the post box warms my hear, too. I’m now going to get to practicing “Mae e'n dwll o le”

Liz Hinds said...

You're right, Boud. They did nothing for our mental health.

She made a heart one previously, Tundra Bunny, in fact she made two because the first one was stolen!

Absolutely, Pam. Miss my Italian ones so much.

It's a wonderfully Wlsh phrase, Mitchell, though perhaps not one that many teachers would teach!