"Croeso i ddyfnderoedd fy isymwybod: Welcome to the depths of my subconscious. Shark Fishing in Wales is one man's odyssey to understand the land of his birth through anecdote, observation and reminiscence! By learning about his country, perhaps he can learn more about himself. A process of individuation which Carl Jung suggests we should all go through. Less assuming one nationhood and more working towards one nationhood before we become Independent." Daf Williams
Cymru/Wales: Bipolar Nation
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Sunday 29 July 2012
Sunday
I'm suited and booted but as the reluctant bride, I can't cross the threshold.
Some invisible force draws me back to the belly of the domain.
The kettle, the facebook, the twitter hold me in their grip of distractive indecision.
Why can't I just leave like a parachutist, sky - diver to their destiny?
What really holds me here?
Can it be as simple as fear?
If that is the case, then I must be entombed in the stuff.
It's oily, rubber coat barnacled on to my body.
Every Sunday the same, I greet it with good intentions but however it was made, Sabboth for man or man Sabboth, I cannot get rid of this dread in the pit of my stomach.
Sunday is the waiting room of death.
We will have spent so many of them hungover, withdrawn in a go slow museum, garden centre, do nothing but think everything type of day.
I suppose that when the call comes we will be ready but Dear God, on this day, your day of all days, please don't let me die of 'thwarted ambition'.
Thursday 19 July 2012
Thespian
Wednesday 11 July 2012
UFO Hughes
October 1978. Location – Denbigh, North Wales.
PC NEVILLE HUGHES and two uniformed colleagues (one of who was a sergeant) observed a UFO whilst in the grounds of North Wales Hospital in Denbigh.
UFO CLASSIFICATION – NL (NOCTURNAL LIGHT)
On Duty sighting. 3 Officers. Source – FSR Vol 25 No 2 Mar/Apr 79.
Late evening. 25/01/79. Location – Denbigh, North Wales.
PC NEVILLE HUGHES observed a UFO after responding to a call from a Denbigh family.
UFO CLASSIFICATION – NL (NOCTURNAL LIGHT)
On Duty sighting. 1 Officer. Source – FSR V25 No 2 Mar/Apr 79.
2045 hours. 26/01/79. Location – Denbigh, North Wales.
A member of the public, Keith Jones was about to go into the restaurant where he worked near Denbigh when he observed a UFO at an altitude of 100-150 feet. He went inside and asked his employer to go outside and look at the object. They watched a stunning aerial display by the UFO for several minutes before calling the police. A short time later two uniformed police officers, PC BERWYN JONES and PC NEVILLE HUGHES arrived at the scene where they too witnessed the UFO. The object was disc shaped with a dome underneath. There was no noise and it was described at being too low and too bright to be an aircraft. The object was last seen heading in the direction of Ruthin.
UFO CLASSIFICATION – CE1 (CLOSE ENCOUNTER 1ST KIND)
On Duty sighting. 2 Officers. Source FSR Volume 25 No 2 Mar/Apr 79.
My own sighting came in 1982 as I travelled back with my mother in a Mini Clubman Estate to Llanbedr from Ruthin and there above Moel Fenlli was a silver orb floating high in the sky.
We watched it until we got home, my mother remembering to watch the road occasionally. Rushing inside, I grabbed the Binoculars and went to my room. Above the mountain you can see in the picture at 8.00pm I had a Close Encounter of the First Kind. The Orb moved across the sky or shall I say it dissapeared and then re-appeared in another part of the sky. It's colour changed from Silver to Gold to Green. It was like a tiny ball of Mercury. There was nothing else in the sky. Cloudless! It lasted for perhaps half an hour! It moved from one side of the mountain to the other! One moment I was observing it and then it re-appeared in a different part of the sky. Vast Distances covered in the blink of an eye.
"Yeah Right"
What I should have said was
" I am an undiagnosed Manic Depressive and I am going to have many more of these unfortunate little occurrences before I get my Membership Card"
Monday 2 July 2012
Spiritual Desert
The fact is, the poet does not want admiration, he wants to be believed.
— Jean Cocteau Quotes (@CocteauQuotes) September 21, 2020
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