Partner-who-loves-tea and I recently had a trip to Conwy on the North Wales coast so she could do some clothes shopping and I could take some photos.
The Castle is a medieval fortification in Conwy, on the north coast of Wales. It was built by Edward I, during his conquest of Wales, between 1283 and 1289. Constructed as part of a wider project to create the walled town of Conwy, the combined defences cost around £15,000, a huge sum for the period. Over the next few centuries, the castle played an important part in several wars. It withstood the siege of Madog ap Llywelyn in the winter of 1294–95, acted as a temporary haven for Richard II in 1399 and was held for several months by forces loyal to Owain Glyndŵr in 1401.
Following the outbreak of the English Civil War in 1642, the castle was held by forces loyal to Charles I, holding out until 1646 when it surrendered to the Parliamentary armies. In the aftermath the castle was partially slighted by Parliament to prevent it being used in any further revolt, and was finally completely ruined in 1665 when its remaining iron and lead was stripped and sold off. UNESCO considers Conwy to be one of "the finest examples of late 13th century and early 14th century military architecture in Europe", and it is classed as a World Heritage site.
Llywelyn the Great, founder of Aberconwy Abbey.
But seagulls are no respecters of age or rank!
What is this enchant for hanging bicycles on walls? There was one on a solicitor's at Abergavenny and now this one.
Typical British icons.
A bake sale for charity - the little cakes were lovely.
When a famous figure, a celebrity, dies there
is, quite rightly, a great outpouring of sympathy for his family and lots of
newspaper eulogies. The Internet ensures that folk around the world know within
hours that they have passed away. But
what happens when Mr or Mrs Unfamous dies?
There is a funeral – more frequently
referred to nowadays as a celebration of their life. There may be a notice (paid for) in the local
newspaper. Grief-stricken and harassed
relatives have to phone around friends and colleagues of the deceased – assuming
they know who they were. And twelve
months later only the very closest of their family are likely to recall the anniversary
of their death. The Times won’t publish an Obituary and in a couple of
generations folk researching their family history will wonder who he or she was
and what they were like.
On Saturday I learned of the
death of a former colleague at Knowsley Borough Council, Ken Johnson. He died at the end of February but I wasn’t
aware of it until meeting mutual acquaintances last Saturday. Ken held a very
senior position within the Council but definitely, like most of us, ranked
among the 'unfamous'.
Ken and I swapped Christmas cards
and the occasional Facebook message and he is one of the Council officers I
held in the highest regard.He was
honest, skillful, personable, helpful, caring and did his job to the very best
of his ability, notwithstanding long-term health issues about which he made no
fuss.A man I am proud to have
known.One could hardly ask for a better
eulogy than that.
His first wife, Sue, died when
his son, Matt, was quite young and more recently he became engaged and seemed
blissfully happy. So my sympathies go
especially to Alison and Matt but also to Ken himself that he should have
missed out on a potentially wonderful future and that his name will hardly go
down on record anywhere in a way that will capture what a special person he
was. He may have been 'unfamous' but he
was nevertheless one in a million.
Opened under the National Gardens Scheme for a weekend in early June this year the garden at Plas Coch is delightful and the small charge to the visitors raised thousands of pounds for nursing and caring charities.
It is a well established country garden with deep and varied herbaceous borders, vegetable garden and fruit trees with recently planted heritage variety small orchard. Other sections include a small yard garden, pond areas, three-seater tybach (outside privy), all in the centre of the vale of Clwyd with extensive views towards the Clwydian Hills.
Plas Coch is the original 1606 house with Georgian and Victorian additions which was at the centre of the Plas Coch farm estate.
The long established gardens comprise a large lawn area surrounded by herbaceous borders abutting the house with a very old yew hedge backdrop with arch leading to kitchen garden and fruit trees and soft fruit cages. There is a recently restored pond area and yard garden which backs onto old piggeries which form part of the outbuildings . Beyond the kitchen garden and fruit trees is a tennis court and paddock with spinney which has been turned into a small orchard in recent years.
Partner-who-loves-tea does like her classic sports cars.
In this case it belongs to friend and former colleague Sir David Henshaw who took her out for a spin on Sunday.
MG TC Midget 1949 Body style2-door roadster Engine1,250 cc (1.3 L) XPAG type I4 ohv Length140 in (3,556 mm) Width56 in (1,422 mm) Height53 in (1,300 mm) The body was approximately 4 inches (100 mm) wider than the TB measured at the rear of the doors to give more cockpit space. The overall car width remained the same resulting in narrower running boards with two tread strips as opposed to the previous three.
The TC Midget was the first postwar MG, launched in 1945. It was quite similar to the pre-war TB, sharing the same 1,250 cc (76 cu in) pushrod-OHV engine with a slightly higher compression ratio of 7.4:1 giving 54.5 bhp (40.6 kW) at 5200 rpm. (Hands up if you understood any of that!) The makers also provided several alternative stages of tuning for "specific purposes".
10,001 TCs were produced, from September 1945 (chassis number TC0251) to Nov. 1949 (chassis number TC10251), more than any previous MG model. It cost £527 on the home market in 1947.
Fuel consumption was 28 mpg-imp (10.1 L/100 km; 23.3 mpg-US). Its 0–60 mph time was 22.7 seconds, a respectable performance at the time.
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