This is where I shall keep friends up to date with what I am up to. Publishing and serious writing matters have their own blog. Here collie dogs rule. Mind you they do have a habit of getting into books and poems so there is likely to be considerable crossover.
I'm a bit ancient and decrepit but still busy. I write poetry, stories for children, mainly about sheepdogs, and I translate.
So far the books I have translated are first: Pushkin's Notes For a Book on Peter The Great, which he never wrote as he was killed in a duel. This was for the Pushkin Centenary Collection.
Secondly, just out, Letters From My Mill by Alphonse Daudet, one of my favourite books ever since my school days. It has just been launched. All my books csn be purchased from my website.
http://www.merilang.com/
As the ground has actually thawed and a few daffodils are sprouting, my thoughts turn to the garden. The most urgent is to reclame the lawn I made last year and was so pleased with. Since Silver arrived she has, quite unconsciously, been turning my lawn into two circular race tracks as she zooms around in response to any excitement. The photo shows Silver looking innocent and wondering what all the fuss is about.
I bought some square grids that one can put just under the surface of the lawn in the worst mus spots. I have placed a few in the smaller race track round one of the raided flower beds with a large weldmesh on top till the ground settles a bit. Then I strategically placed a narrower section of weldmesh in a badly damaged bit of the large ciruit and filled below and above with earth and turf [retrieved fron Silver's attempt to build the great wall of China there. Now fingers crossed.
At last the remnants of the snow have gone from all the hills in the immediate vicinity and the sun has shone for several days. One very welcome extra benefit of this is that the ducks have stopped sulking about the weather [they hate snow and will spend hours in the freezing stream rather than sit on it] and have started to lay. There is rejoicing all round as there are enough for friends who like them and also for me to sell at the market. Also recently someone gave me another white drake who will hopefully turn out to be more effective than Sir Francis, who has not produced a single offspring in two years. The gentleman in the picture above is long gone, not Sir Francis. This is Llewelyn and here follows a poem about him and his family,
For over a week I have had no car as mine decided to burn out all its electric wiring. The garage said it was so bad that it was not worth trying to repair it and that I was lucky the whole thing didn't go up in flames, me and the dogs included.
So all this time Emma has been coming up every day with her dog, Rocky, and running them all in the field. She can run and can throw a lot further than me. So they've had a great time, but I have been thoroughly frustrated.
Yesterday my friends took me to see a nice little white van and now I have wheels. As I am supposed to get down to Carmarthenshire for my book launch on Friday, this is a weight off my mind. Also the dogs will be able to go to the forest again. The back of the can is all metal so Silver will not be able to chew it.
Locally we have one email swapshop and one freecycle. Someone on the latter gave me an enormous carpet with underlay and everything. They are going to have a wooden floor so the carpet was unwanted, practically new and very thick. The first peoblem was that the people who were giving it to me needed it out of the way quickly and simultaneously with being offered the carpet I got snowed in during our last serious wether problems. Clearly even if I could get out I couldn’t lift it into my trailer so I sent out an SOS to Julian and co. Although they live practically at sea level, this time they were snowed in too. Fortunately the people were understanding and as soon as the snow there permitted the ganf set out with a trailer and Twm’s beloved landrover. Thus equipped they got up my lane and piled it all into the dining room. When the weather finally let up the whole family came and laid the carpet in the sitting room, which is now luxurious. My feet hardly know themselves. The dogs like it too, especially as I spent a good part of Christmas making nice soft covers for their beds. The carpet is a plain light salmon colour, not suited to 12 muddy paws, but fortunately the dogs usually head for the other end of the house where they expect to find me, so they mostly don’t go in there with muddy paws. There was a lot left over and at first I thought of the dining room but then I thought that, since the layout of this house is such that the dining room is the main thoroughfare for humans and dogs, that seems asking a bit much of such a nice clean carpet. So Emma and Phil came up the other day and laid it in my study and I now have warm feet while I work. In the picture above, Dyfi has been awoken from his post-field nap and is wondering why I suddenly need to take a photo. It is to show a bit of the carpet but doesn’t really do it justice.
Some days later Emma and Phil came and laid the rest of the carpet in my study. Now that is cosy too. What's more, because the combination of underlay and carpet is so thick my office chair does not slide back when I heave myself out of it. Things are really getting better around this house,
I have three border collies, Jess, Dyfi and Silver. They are all rescue dogs in various ways. Jess came to me because she was afraid of her owners toddler grandchildren and looked as if she might snap from sheer fear. She never did and has met plenty of children since, but rather older ones. Dyfi came because a farmer gave him to me and I was foolish enough not to ask why he didn't want him. The reason soon became apparent as he is an inveterate sheep chaser. I have managed to teach him to behave with my three pets but can't trust him with other people's sheep. To go down the lane he wears a muzzle and is attached to Jess, whi is better behaved. Silver was from a dog rescue place where she had been handed in as 'no good'. Actually she is very good with sheep but excessively nervous of the world in general. Here are some photos of them