Juvenile Poachers

The largest river in Wales, the River Severn, in the far off days of my youth, curled it’s lazy way through fields of Butter Cups and Daisies, it’s banks alternating between steep sides and sandy shores, from deep forbidding pools, to murmuring bubbling shallows, where cattle stood knee deep, cud chewing and their tails swishing […]

Joining The Regiment

Finally, after fifteen weeks of training, our little squad of recruits was pronounced fit enough to join the Regiment, then in residence at Albuhera Barracks, Aldershot. There we were fitted out with Busby, Red tunics, Greatcoats and white webbing, the traditional uniform of the Guards. The most difficult bit of new clothing was the traditional […]

It’s Not That I Don’t Like Cats…

It’s more like, well cats not liking me. I do like them and if they would just tolerate me, I would love to do the same for them. Having said that I suppose cat lovers everywhere will be yelling for my blood! First please allow me to put my thoughts and fears into some sort […]

In The Beginning

The image of the Cup and Saucer tree dominated my early childhood. I was born in the village of Caersws in the county of Montgomeryshire on the 1st December 1919. My home was a small old black and white cottage in Bridge Streettoday. I remember little of this cottage. and is still lived in My […]

Foxed By Thought

Before explaining why I think animals ‘Think’, and my admiration for one animal, an old dog fox, it is necessary to set the scene, to make it easier to visualise his actions. The quiet and beautiful setting in the English Cotswolds, with its small fields, quiet country roads where stone walls replace hedges and fences, […]

Flying under Bridges, For Fun

The writing assignment for 24th Aug. would enable me to get ahead of my tasks,so i began to give it some thought. This s ent my butterfly mind wandering, task forgotten, i delved into researching stories of Wartime Pilots flying under bridges. I began with a familiar one from my days of living in the […]

Army Enlistment

On the 1st December 1937, reaching the age of 18 years, I became old enough to join the Army to commence the second phase of my life’s plan and start getting a better education.The recruiting sergeant at Newtown, a fat jovial Sergeant, seemed eager to sign me up! A 6ft 2in youth, weighing about 15 […]

A red car, small dog, orange mailbox

At last a chance to relax, recharge his mind, and body, perhaps later to start research on his next project. These thoughts occupied the mind of author Dafydd Morgan, winner of the book of the year prize, a second success in four years. Now that all the presentation awards, endless book signings were over, he […]

A Place Of Safety

For more than seventy years, I have kept secret my faith in that beautiful tree and in all that time it has never failed me. In times of great stress,and sometimes great danger,i simply climb up into its branches, letting my mind absorb its magic, and I know I am safe in its embrace. As […]

A Moment In Time

All day the sounds of gunfire, exploding shells, screaming planes, chattering machine guns, exploding bombs – all causing death and destruction. Long lines of soldiers leaving the flimsy safety of the sand dunes, the lucky ones boarding boats, and being rowed out to larger craft and survival. This was the scene on the beach at […]

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