Few little pictures of first real flight out (while it was quiet) to get some pictures around Ogmore castle
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There cannot be many people in South Wales who have not fallen into the Ewenny River from those stepping stones… It’s on my ‘want to fly here’ list!
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It’s not you need to add it
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Its that one wobbly stone about half way through… definitely that and not my poor balance 
I think it’s more about the angle on some of the stones than any that are wobbly. That and folks trying to cross when they are wet!
This is almost my ‘local’ goto castle to film. the closest is actually Coity Castle but that isn’t as photogenic.
My problem was the wobbly stone, but not directly. It tipped me but I recovered, though not enough to step on the next stone so as to have enough momentum to carry me to the one beyond that, which wrecked my plan of stepping action and destroyed my confidence in it. He who hesitates is, well, wet, and the slippery stones in the river usually have you on your arse up to your nipples as well!
Sitting on the green watching people cross is a great spectator sport, though! Food is good in the Pelican (In Her Piety*) over the road, too good actually because you have to book!
*This originated in the observation that pelicans, when they lay eggs, bleed a little, and this was taken as an example of christian faith; ‘The pelican, in her piety, bleeds for Christ, as Christ bled for us on the cross’ and so on, probably St Augustine of Hippo, or one of those old proselytisers who looked for meaning in everything…
Augustine of Hippo is interesting; an early christian hardliner, full-on fire & brimstone type, wrote ‘Lord, grant me chastity, but not yet’. Another one of his remarks was that, on reaching an age when women no longer interested him, he came out with ‘it’s like being unchained from a demon’. There seems to have been another side to him!!!
Is there such a thing?
that was informative!
Back in 2020, what a marvellous year that was for everyone, I was diagnosed with prostate cancer (actual diagnosis on xmas eve 2019, merry fucking xmas!) and given the choice of surgery to remove the prostate, not guaranteed to completely eradicate the cancer, or zap it with radiotherapy, a 10-week course. Chose the latter, and had rays frazzling my insides in that area for some time; on occasions I could smell burning! The result is that I am clear of cancer (yay!) but that the radiotherapy has completely, irrevocably, and permanently destroyed my testicular function, the muscles that gave me erections, and any trace of libido. I just don’t, can’t, do sex any more. I could probably give most women a pretty good orgasm using my hands or tongue, but cannot achieve one myself. Not really an age thing but that’s usually how I explain it!
And, no, I don’t miss it (since I no longer have the need), and yes, it does feel like being unchained from a maniac…
Perhaps fortunately, but not fortunately if you see what I mean, The Squeeze, formerly keen as mustard, has lost interest through her own illnesses as well! Get your prostates checked by a PSA test, gents, it saved my bacon, I’d be 100% brown bread by now otherwise!!!
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