Mountain Road

Dad had his blood tests and stuff today in prep for the chemo starting tomorrow. He's surprisingly upbeat, absorbing himself in the finishing of more wooden bowls on his lathe and learning a few more woodturnytricksofthetrade.

I stopped off on Hope Mountain on the way home after working this afternoon, with about half an hour to spare before the light turned muggypeasoupish. Dad spent his early life up here, living along this road and halfway down the next in the most wonderful white-stoned cottage with views over the village of Caergwrle below (a cottage since modernised butchered). When he was about fifteen he dug up the road on the mountain by himself and installed the mains water pipes for my Nanna and Taid, connecting to the ones the local council had laid much further down the hill. Talk about a Man of Steel - I can't even wire a bluddy plug without asking for advice.

I'll show this to him tomorrow. I hope he likes it.