"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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Wednesday 30 May 2018
Obstruction
Wednesday 23 May 2018
A View from the Bridge
The Shark Fisherman of Wales is spending much of his time in Ceredigion these days attending to family needs and cares. This requires travel down the beast of a road known as the A487. Last Thursday I was stationary outside the Aberaeron Stores (aka the Spar) on the Bridge for five minutes awaiting oncoming traffic coming from the South (Cardigan) Those familiar with the picturesque Georgian town know that residents, churchgoers, Wncl Tom Cobblers et al, park all along the left side of the road up as far as the Craft Centre at Clos Pencarreg. It used to be the case that two sets of traffic, Northbound and Southbound could pass each other with care. Not any more. Due to the size of the Heavy Goods Vehicles going North and South along this trunk road, somebody has to give way. So similar to the village of Llanon, because of parked cars along one side of the carriage way, drivers have to stop to give way to oncoming traffic. Summer's here and temperatures are soaring and I foresee road rage incidents and possibly accidents at these two specific places in the months to come. Yesterday, I was a Pedestrian on the bridge awaiting a family member to finish shopping and not once in the twenty minutes was I stood there did any traffic flow freely. South Bound Traffic had to stop for North Bound Traffic. If you are a regular user of this road, then you know, otherwise a sign outside the Aberaeron Stores GIVE WAY TO ONCOMING TRAFFIC might be helpful. This is the single yellow line that people are parking along which causes the delays. People are parking to pick up prescriptions from Boots and to use the Cash Machine at Aberaeron Stores. This is causing all the congestion.The amount of heavy goods traffic now crossing the bridge in #Aberaeron is a traffic and environmental hazard. Here and in Llanon #A487 you are relying on goodwill of drivers to facilitate oncoming traffic. Not acceptable @CeredigionCC @ElinCeredigion pic.twitter.com/tRgKdqUA8u— Red Button🔴Theatre (@davidredbutton) May 23, 2018
One suggestion would be to divert all heavy goods vehicles or cars down from Ffos-y-Ffin, down passed Rhiwgoch and on to the A482 thus avoiding the bridge all together. Is this feasible I ask Civil Engineers and Council Officials?
The A487 has been in the news recently due to lobbying by petition to get road widening and passing places between Cardigan and Aberystwyth. As the Presiding Officer and Assembly Member for Ceredigion, Elin Jones actually lives beside this busy trunk road going through Aberaeron, you would have thought this would have been a priority for her.
Tuesday 15 May 2018
The Aloneness of the Long Distance Runner
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Saturday 5 May 2018
Oh to be left alone
The Swinging Sixties were not very swinging in Wales. I don't need to remind the historians and cognoscenti amongst you of the three events that shook Wales to its core but if Tryweryn, Aberfan and the Investiture of the Prince of Wales (all man made disasters that could have been avoided) didn't put the cap on it, was it not so surprising that it took another ten years to see the results of this at the polling booth. 1979, a mere decade after Carlo's bethroning at Caernarfon and a confused and divided people who had been munched up in World War 2 were asked whether they wanted a Welsh Assembly. The results really do speak for themselves. I was 13 at the time and the stirrings of my slavering, rabid Welsh nationalism were sown in this year.
It took another 18 years for a defeated people ( traumatised by Thatcher's Decade and her defeat of the NUM and Arthur Scargill in 1984/85) to engender just enough interest to vote for a Welsh Assembly in 1997 and whilst it might have been a very good morning in Wales, around the world were the stirrings of events that would lead to the toppling of the Twin Towers in New York in 2001. In the 17 years since then Wales has essentially been a by-stander on the World Stage. I am trying to amass my thoughts whilst writing and am wondering what it will take for the Welsh people and the Welsh Nation to unify and take on the insidious might of Monarchy & Westminster. I hear this word sovereignty bandied about and it was a word that UKIP used to such an effect in the Referendum vote of 2016 and now look at them.
The Council elections and results yesterday were reminiscent of two dinosaurs fighting. As you may me aware I am rather partial to a bit of profanity so cover your ears. F*****g Conservative & F****** Labour were at it again with no clear winner. Similar to America we are victims to the Big Beasts of the two party system and with this first past the post nonsense it doesn't give any of the others much of a look in. The two party state is a monolith and people are no longer excited by the class war of Conservatism and Labour. I suspect that like most people, they just want to be left alone but if there is one thing more certain in the modern age, you are not going to be left alone and by ere is a little poem I wrote about being left alone.
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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