Misty and moisty . That is what today felt like . I believe misty and moisty is a line from a Steeleye Span song . One misty moisty morning . . I cannot remember it but someone mentioned it to me . It seemed somewhat apt today . There was a little mist over the fields and mists seem to be the norm over the last few days . The wind has been keen today . Blowing me from side to side . Into the hedgerow and the grass verges . I felt as If I were fighting against it all of my Christmas morning walk and again today . The wind blew me from side to side . . Moisty - well yes that summed it up well too The wind felt damp as if it carried rain within it . As I breathed the air in it felt moisty as it hit my lungs . The mist hung around the ground and trees appeared through it . The moisty drips dripped off the trees . Christmas had gone in a whisper . Presents opened , the tree was lit , the Christmas dinner made . How soon we forget
about it and want to get it out of the way for another year . How soon we hate the Christmas cards littering the shelves and how soon is it before we start how fed up we are with the tree gathering dust . It is time to pack them all away for another year and in 2022.
I missed the Christmas in Europe more than I imagined I would . .I missed my morning walks to the boulangerie and the smell of the freshly baked crusty bread and croissants . I miss the colourful Christmas displays in the shop window and I was reminded how much I missed it when I watched the programme Escape to the Chateau where the family many of whom I dislike spent a few days in Alsace . Savouring the mulled wine, the Christmas traditional markets and cakes and brought back so many delights to enjoy over the holiday . What if we had been able to go ? What if ?
New Years eve had felt like a damp squib . No New Year parties in pubs or get togethers in restaurants . Boris had said it was
OK to do it in England but Wales was virtually locked down . Not that we would have gone anywhere but it seemed that tradition had gone out of the window . No fireworks displays . Many cancelled in favour of the next big event . The Queens Platinum Jubilee where we have been promised an extra Bank Holiday to cheer us all up.
We made a plan for 2022. We need to go somewhere at once a month . On one day we go out for a meal or to visit a castle, a stately home or a visitor attraction . Because of house renovations and Covid restrictions we have been restricted for most of 2021. So today begins the new regime . We will go out. We will defy the First Minister . We will try to get back to normal and we will do something . What if Covid stops us ? What if the First Minister puts in more restrictions? We will worry about that if it happens and treat it all with the contempt it deserves. We will even plan our Turkey/Greece holiday . Nothing is going to stop us now .
today I googled and tried to find somewhere close enough to visit. We could have gone to Acton Park which would have brought back many memories of walks in the 60s. Of stopping at Sams cafe for a milk shake and to put 6d in the juke box . Where we looked at the motorcycles and climbed on the back for a ride out to Llangollen or Rhyl . Instead I found the Lead mines at Minera . 20 minutes away . A country park with many walking trails and the remains of a once thriving lead industry .
What could go wrong ? Silly Sat Nag- that is what . I dont know why I programmed her for the lead mines as we knew the way . We drove and must have fallen asleep as we passed the correct turning which she and came off at the wrong one . She insisted that she was going towards Brymbo and we quickly realised that she was taking us to the wrong lead mines . That was despite inputting the correct details and double checking them . She was adamant they were in Bersham . Yes there were
lead mines there but not the ones we wanted . We back tracked and got on the right road again .
