Not strictly true, but this little single-armed beauty was within 500yds of my dad’s house. We still call it dad’s house, but it isn’t really any more since he, ahem, moved upstairs –
was rather than is
and did but never does
a fully paid up member
of the past participle club
As must we all be one day. I have surely walked past this pole before as it is on a popular footpath alongside what is known locally as “The Inland Sea” which itself is accessed via an underpass from the Cob at the edge of Y Fali (Valley Village) on Ynys Môn (aka Anglesey). Until the early 2000s, Y Fali was actually called Dyffryn – which means Valley but was changed (against my will if I’m honest) to be Y Fali to sort of rhyme with what the locals and the RAF bods – who make an eternal racket all bloody day long – call the place. Clear as custard.
I was on a bird-watching loop of the area when I happened upon this. My regret is that I didn’t go back and take a photo of the dobies to see what age it was. The neurodivergent in me was also particularly attracted to the 12 neat wraps of barbed wire which could almost be an aerial winding for some giant’s crystal set which would only ever pick up Radio Athlone from 55 years ago.
