There are times when hanging out with friends, sharing a mutual pastime, brings about the funniest conversations. None more so than my love of watching rugby with my friends. It's always a day out, a few drinks, some lunch then settle in the pub for the rest of the afternoon. The atmosphere across the streets [...]
Category: wales
Touchstone
First term of uni I was a fish out of water. I'd made the biggest decision of my life to that point and shocked everyone. So off I went, a small town Welsh girl in the middle of London. I barely knew who I was. It took the few constants I could take with me; my love of [...]
Legendary stories, rugby style
I may have brandished my soap box on the last post but the reason why is here. I came to love rugby, not just as a sport, but as something meaningful whilst climbing mountains, asking endless questions of my dad in front of the TV, and sitting curled on sidelines watching my grandad whistle commands. [...]
A building unexpected
A grand house inspires dreams. A patch of grass nurtures dreams. One rarely works without the other. Grass roots/local rugby - how else does the small child pick up a rugby ball and run with it? But how else are they inspired without watching legends, role models and mortals in jersey's that one day they [...]
Epic encounters
A nation's dream and a team of Dragons I have no words for the incredible, awesome, epic, miraculous sight that just happened. None. I am sat in the kitchen slightly disbelieving that Wales won against England in the 2015 Rugby World Cup, hosted by the English!! In Twickenham... Hell boys, amazing doesn't even cover it! I am [...]
Visiting the Reindeer
A Child's Christmas in Wales (sorry DT!) may change on the surface as the decades go by but the activities don't. My first task of the Christmas season? Stand on the raised garden path of Margam Park country house in the freezing cold and get soaking wet. All for a good cause though as the [...]
Poetics and Memory Lane
I might have come down off my soap box from last week but it set me on memory lane, as did others things from across the week. As I floated along the path I have already tread I finally sat up and noticed; each time I have encountered something I have not been able to comprehend, [...]
Stori // Storyteller 