
With thanks to the Judging panel
Dog show – Natalie Gravell
Children (Not writing) – Richard Abram
Children (Writing) – Lettie Francis
Flowers / Vegetables – Gareth Davies
Photography – Peter Seaman
Art/Adult Writing – Nina Krauzewicz
Fancy dress – Eirona Davies
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2 | Kingsley Ash (Gelert) | Lettie Francis | |
3 | Alice Osborne | ||
4 | John Burdon (Rex) | Rob Francis | |
5 | Peter Seaman (Bramble) | Alice Osborne | |
6 | Richard Price | Sarah Ash | |
7 | Abigail Pimm | ||
8 | Abigail Pimm | ||
10 | Abigail Pimm | ||
12 | Abigail Pimm | Pip Francis | |
17 | Finn Irwin | ||
18 | Elsie Francis | ||
19 | Elsie Francis | Pip Francis | Abigail Pimm and Macsen Baldwin |
24 | Kingsley Ash | ||
27 | David Evans | Anne Jeans | Richard Price |
28 | Craig Burdon | Sandra Briskham | Sue Large |
29 | Craig Burdon | Rob Francis | Rob Francis |
30 | Janet Woodward | Janet Woodward | Craig Burdon |
31 | Brenda Powell | Anne Jeans | Hilary Woodward |
32 | Craig Burdon | Bev Lewis | Ruth Holgate |
33 | Bev Lewis | Sue Large | |
34 | Craig Burdon | Bev Lewis | |
35 | Bev Lewis | Richard Price | |
36 | Craig Burdon | Steph Price | Mark Davies |
37 | Holly McLellan | ||
39 | Sue Thorne | ||
40 | Rob Francis | Jon Pimm | Richard Abram |
41 | Richard Abram | Anne Jeans | |
42 | Janet Woodward | ||
43 | Janet Woodward |
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Once upon a Monday morning, my great grandad Joe got woken up by the post man. Joe loves post so he ran towards the post box. There was one for the electricity bill and one in an un-usual orange ink. He said “thank you” to the post man and he sprinted back into the warm house to open the letter, it said:
Dear Mr Joe Higgins
We are delighted to inform you that you are one of the few invited to the under-growth.
We will see you at London burger street at 6:00-10:00 on Tuesday.
Thank you
Sian.
What did this mean? he was desperate to know so on Tuesday he flew, he sailed and he drove for six hours, he got there just in time. He was nervous as he went down some very creepy stairs and at the bottom there was a magical forest with bees and witches and, is that a crocodile? “Run!” But what he didn’t know was that he was trapped and cameras were filming every inch of him, he was scared, very scared. Eight other people were there too and none of us at all knew what was going on some people climbed trees, others hid but joe broke every camera he could and someone else broke the lock on the huge doors and opened them and every one came running out of their hiding spots and straight out the huge doors! He never got to meet these people but………. everyone lived happily ever after.
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A Local Connection
Stepping from the wharf onto the deck of our hire boat once again we are about to be transported through the delights of the Mon and Brec Canal. This has been our twenty sixth year holidaying on this magnificent waterway, and it never fails to relax us.
Over the years we have met many local people, they are always warm and friendly. We usually visit twice a year and have experienced three of the four seasons .
Spring emerges with clumps of primroses, golden marsh marigolds, dainty wood anemones, delicate violets vying for space, and my favourite, drifts of bluebells. Then at intervals clouds of blackthorn blossom.
As spring fades soon there are swathes of green and the tree lined banks fall like curtains, giving shelter to varied wildlife . During May cow parsley sways in the gentle breeze and ferns unfurl in the undergrowth .
By June foxgloves appear standing tall like soldiers at attention. Sunshine yellow water iris dip their roots in the muddy edges of the canal. Now we catch glimpses of vivid blue damsel flies and darting dragonflies.
We continue our journey admiring the wonderful vistas, looking for wildlife whilst listening to the melodious bird song floating through the air. Over the years we have spotted Herons, Kingfishers, Otters, Mink, and noticed an increase in the majestic Red Kite
Hopefully we will be back in the Autumn to admire the auburn tints , and renew our love of this most tranquil canal.
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The Day I Realised
The day I realised my ambition to become a nurse was coming true, it was in the summer of nineteen sixty two.
Early that year i had attended a interview at my local college with my mother who had insisted that I wore white gloves, she thought it would make a good impression . Something worked, hopefully it was my personality and I was accepted for a two year pre-nursing course, which would lead to my formal training to become a State Registered Nurse.
At sixteen I was still quite naive and at the start of my career was often teased. On one occasion I was handed a large brown parcel to take to the Pathology department by a theatre technician, later I was informed that it was a amputated leg.
Over the next two years my confidence grew, working in the x-ray, physio, pharmacy, pathology and out patients departments.
I learnt many skills, to empathise with patients, and how to take instructions. Then aged eighteen working on the wards began. Very daunting at first, I found the night shifts paticulary hard. It didn’t help when a doctor in his white coat entered the ward via the french windows, he looked like a ghost drifting towards me.
I never regreted my decision to become a nurse and now at the age of seventy four have many happy memories, including the day Matron awarded me my blue belt, i had qualified and was now a fully fledged “STATE REGISTERED NURSE “