Yes, yes, i'm sorry my spiffy philosophy caught on the hop by a curly leafed wood nymph...perhaps my ragged trousered philanthropist pushing tuppence worth of Easter Eggs my way, thus feeding through to my field of companions caused chaos...for a few days...the small boy within simply loves chocolate whilst the wrinkled stockings tart, tut tuts...but even she fought for Easter Eggs this year which was quite a shock...to my inner self...
I have also reached my 365th day of retireing from full time postal work, which has also made sit down open a bottle of wine and contemplate where i am in my last nine yards of life on this here planet...i look in the mirror and wonder who indeed is staring back...the tart especially so, all those lines she whispers..which is why she has simply thought sod it and eaten a few Easter Eggs herself...
I have also found time to sit behind a wheel which is not a postal van and trip down to North Wales to my favourite beach stare out to sea and again wonder what draws me to this beach..is it the sound of the waves rolling in and the magnitude of the horizon without a tower block, traffic light, in sight...


I am not sure if these were said company, but the elderly gent with his small hat made me smile as he strutted up and down the beach he just reminded me of film back in the 70's....

These rocks now smooth with age lie at one end of the beach you can come here,hide sit on a rock and wonder where have all the years gone as the waves crash in...time i think to close to all whom pass this way have a good week ahead...So Goeth...