On Thursday evening I had a sudden idea: why don't we go away for the weekend? Just to west Wales, nothing too dramatic. I browsed a few hotels/b&bs, then checked the weather. According to the BBC the weather for Saturday i.e. today, was going to be dreadful. Rain all day.
I wasn't planning on doing much but walking around even a little bit in the pouring rain wouldn't be fun. Okay, let's scrap the weekend away.
It's been glorious today. Full sun most of the day.
Oh well, I've got some washing done and on the line.
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I just popped to the village to get some birthday cards. On the front of one was written, "You're almost reaching the age when you stick a hankie up your sleeve." It was meant to be fun! I'm never to be found without a hankie up my sleeve. I didn't know it was an 'old' thing. In fact I dispute that!
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I've always loved a bit of - the thing where you look amongst the flotsam and jetsam for . . . yes - beachcombing! On Twitter I follow a number of people who scour beaches or, and this is the interesting bit, riverbanks for treasures. It's officially called mudlarking and some of the things, historic or beautiful, that people have found are wonderful. So I was wondering if I could do it along the river Tawe. To do it on the Thames you need a permit so I've emailed the Marine Licensing people to find out if that's necessary in Wales.
Along most of the river the water is constantly up the bank but there must be some bits where sand/mud is exposed. The Tawe valley has a long industrial history so it might be possible to find something interesting. Because I have so much time to spare!
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I think I posted this photo when I did the book fair at the Dylan Thomas Centre.
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Lots of interesting things to be found, but mudlarking doesn't really appeal to me. I think it's the smell of the mud that I don't like.
I used to follow a couple of YouTubers who mudlarked and beach combed, but I found I was shivering as they tromped in cold mud and picked up freezing items. Mostly I felt sad at the broken things. Maybe I'm not a good mudlarking candidate.
It's true, those of us descended from the "oppressors' side" of history often regard such history as being the story only of the oppressed, "not us." It's a distancing mechanism to avoid facing our ancestors' historical guilt and benefit from that oppression.
And yes, I'm afraid the hanky in the sleeve (or tucked down our front into our bras) are very much "old lady" behaviours.
I keep a hanky on me and often wonder the best storage spot - we of little pockets. Sleeves sound like a good idea to me. Must be my age.
Mudlarking could be fun!
I hope I'm not making a fool of myself when I ask this question. What is the blue ball that looks like a giant paperweight in the photograph of the building?
Jean.
The nuns at school always had a tissue up their sleeves. That’s where I learned it.
I try to keep a tissue on my when I am taking my walk but always cram it in my pocket up the sleeve sounds better.
Cathy
I hadn't thought of that, Janice.
You are good for so many other things though, Boud.
Oh yes, in the cleavage!
My sleeves are always bulging!
In 2022 a number of large globes appeared around Swansea. They were part of the World Reimagined project. "The World Reimagined created 103 unique globes across the UK exploring the history, legacy and future of the Transatlantic Trade in Enslaved Africans through the work of incredible artists."
The blue ball is one of the globes.
They must have had pockets under all those robes.
I don’t think that Sue carries a hanky up her sleeve, but she often has a tissue on her person, and she does lose them on occasion.
I carry a hanky in my left pants pocket and assure that I buy no pants without pockets. I never learned the tissue-in-the-sleeve-or-wherever trick. I admire those who make it work.
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