THURSDAY JUNE 15, 2017
I decided not to stay in Hay the day before our second Campfire Conversation in the borders market town. A couple years ago, when travelling with my friend Christina, we had stumbled upon a glorious, unpretentious and quiet site, several miles west and just into Wales, a pitch that afforded spectacular views to the north along the ridge of Hay Bluff and the Black Mountains - an area rich in personal history for myself.
Ann and Alan had made us very welcome and Ann's home made jam made the visit even more memorable. On that occasion it was the week of the Hay festival and it was good to find a quieter spot that wasn't mobbed, but still within relatively easy reach of Hay itself.
The hamlet is Boughrood, just west of Glasbury On Wye and the Camping and Caravanning Club site there is a treat - £12 a pitch including electrical hook up, toilet and wash room and even a decent mobile / internet signal so that work can be got on with. The site is only 1 acre, with room for just a handful of pitches, so feels like an extended back graden. There's literally nothing there, other than bleating sheep, rabbits scuttling around and birds singing. The air is fresh and the night sky is bright.
In the evening I was joined by my Campfire mate @James Rock (JAMES_ROCK)@ who lives locally fo a beer and discussions about the rapidly changing nature of politics, the increased Tory vote in Brecon and Radnorshire, the plight of the LibDems and the prevailing currents of public opinion and social change. It was a heart-warming, constructive chat. The 1 to 1 chats are often as productive as the Campfire Conversations. At the moment, in today's topsy-turvy, rapidly changing landscape, every dialogue seems vital, engaged and passionate. It's an interesting time to be alive.
When James had gone, I made the most of what I was able to cook given that the gas rings wouldn't stay on without me holding the dial, a fault developed last week which has meant that I have been obligated to perfect the art of making the perfect cheese sandwich. As the temperature dropped after sunset, I felt a compulsion to heat up some baked beans and then settle back to some star gazing.
I feel lucky tonight.