Dam It!

I made it to the final of the Powys dams - before falling ill to this blasted cold/flu thing which leaves me with the cough from dog-hell! bark bark fking bark!

clywedog dam

I have no problems with tackling heights. Beats depths any day especially things like potholes.
But this is a height that would leave me thinking twice if not thrice.

This is above Llanidloes and crosses the upper Severn. Britain's longest river. It was built so that the lands surrounding the upper Severn would suffer very little flooding. Whilst this has been addressed the flooding of the lower Severn valley is an ongoing issue that occurs every year. Whilst this is natural it is still made more of an inconvenience by lack of foresight re house-building.
Flood plains exist for a very good reason and are so termed for a very good reason.
Less sheep in the uplands around areas like Plynlimon and more succulent plants in those areas will hold water that falls and release it slowly. It will also prevent loss of nutrients as rapidly as they are lost nowadays.
Anyone who has spent time at any of the mid Waleian dams will see how low they lie currently (no pun intended)
If this vid works it will show how the lake looks like it has beaches. Understandable if you're on the edge of Lake Michigan but not on the edge of Llyn Clwyedog

Beaches of Clwyedog!!

In honour of...

... that young feller-me-lad who finally, and unwittingly, kicked me buttock region into starting this 'ere blog.
I've done some half-hearted blogs but they get lost in the mists of time and myspace so thought it was time to do 'a proper one'.
So... diolch yn fawr to the chap who loiters, interestingly, in the Mobox!
- although i am trying to convince him that not all good things happen to people who hang about Paddington. Nuff said

I barely watch the news these days so it tends to be more luck than judgement if i become aware that a nuclear explosion has decimated half the human population of planet Earth (no Duran Duran please)
I catch the headlines from my ISPs homepage and that's about. Anything which contains the term 'celebrity' effects an immediate CLUNK as my wee cell switches into saver energy mode.
Forgive me but who on earth gets kicks from keeping abreast (hmm yes well) of the likes of Jordan or Posh or... or... am sure there's another name out there in Celebland but it escapes me.
People! This is your life. Do not be living vicariously through the precarious lives of the well-known who are, usually, known for no known reason - if you catch my drift.

In peaceful mad Wales we have glorious sunshine as I type. This, inevitably, brings out the suburban-frustrates.
No one could ever be referred to as suburban where I live. Sub-human, sub-sheep, sub-rabbit... ie. sub-rural which sits between rural and sparsely populated.
So anyne carrying typically suburban activities here must be viewed as frustrates.. or wannabees.
Of course, many would say the word should be TIDY. Your choice but I'm sure there's a point where one's lawn must become too manicured.
I, on the other hand, am happy with my sprawl of rhubarb in which lives the black panther of Powys and the postage stamp of wasteland that sits between it and the back door.

I'm clock-watching now as Tescos will be here anytime between... 1900 and 2100.
Yes even small parts of ultra rural/sub-rural can have their groceries delivered to their doorstep but they are the only ones who do deliver c/o the online system in the area. Shame cos i quite fancy a bit of Sainsbury's and they do nice coffee amongst other things.

Next. cat feeding and Desperate Housewives