New Year seen in with talking, drinking, eating and visiting friends inTouching base
England and .
And travelling for nine days with my best buddy (without once arguing)
Showing him the sights of
Seeing the clouds and mist there rise and fall; opening up and closing down vistas of these ancient hills
Goginan, Clarach, Aber, Borth, Cwm Einion
Ancient landscapes, also part of my history (this is where I….)
But most, importantly friends, the closest I have to family.
But first a paternal visit. My father, usually withdrawn staring into his lapSometimes trying to communicate, incoherently, but at least with a smile.
Passing his last days in a nursing home.
I feel I should do more, but what more is there to do?
New Year; tasting potcheen for the first timeGathering pebbles from the beach
And snapshots of the places en route
And swapping texts with an occasional (but unavailable on this trip) lover
And pouring over OS maps, remembering past adventuresDriving roads on ancient tracks that crawl along the sides of forgotten valleys
Where water flows fast and furious from mountain to the sea
Or climb high above the tree line to the moors above, covered in cloud.
Talking about movies, books, songs, gigs seen in 2012Rediscovering my copy of Kerouac’s Dharma Bums on a friend’s bookshelf
(Loaned to I forgot whom more than ten years ago - but always missed)
And my friends’ kids, bright and sparky, some already in Uni, some with jobs, one pregnant
And kites in the sky
English (Welsh?) breakfasts
And waves crashing on the shore
And finally travelling home on the ‘comfy ferry’With all these images in my head
Back to my adopted home city
Catching my breath for whatever 2013 has in store
Only sublimely inspired by Van Morrison's 'Hyndford Street'