John Dingley
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THE HAIRCUT
I was raised on a Welsh hill farm surrounded by sheep and the wilds of life that populated an area that was mostly devoid of people. Limited access to the so called civilized world isolated the sparse human population. No modern conveniences, such as electricity and indoor plumbing, were available and transportation was intermittent at best. Neighbors and friends would visit occasionally, usually on horseback, dropping by after visiting the local pub or returning from a shepherding foray into the wild uplands. It was on one of these occasions when Gibb Lewis dropped by on his way to his own isolated hill farm.
By John Dingley5 years ago in Humans
SHOOT UP AT THE OK CANTEEN
A clay filled gravity dam blocks the upper Towy River, the largest of its kind in the world and Britain’s tallest. People from every corner of the British Isles laboured night and day to gain its final height of just over 300 feet. That little upland valley had never seen so many people in the hundreds of years that had passed before, combined. They were only outnumbered by the sheep that peacefully grazed the surrounding hills.
By John Dingley5 years ago in Humans
A WORLD OF OPTIMISM
There are still a few old shepherds left roaming the hills of Wales, on horseback, accompanied by alert working dogs. Many years ago one of these old shepherds made his way down off the hill, as he often did, to his local watering hole. A journey on horseback, that he took at least once a week and of course the dogs went along and sat obediently around his favorite barstool, which, as anyone who knew him, would immediately vacate out of deferential respect, as he entered the establishment.
By John Dingley5 years ago in Humans
