#4
It is Easter Bank holiday and I am in the space using the internet and getting my photos taken over last week organised.
After thursday I decided to have a break and went to visit my great aunt over a couple of days. She lives with her husband in Wales in the depths of the glyn valley. Life is very different from London and north Surrey, very different from New Ferry. Their house is built on great rocks, the windows are small to keep the heat in, they use coal to heat the one of their ovens and they have a cast iron wood burning fireplace in the lounge. Outside of the house is a river which in English translates as ‘raging bull’ and their garden keeps several broods of ducks and chickens.
While here I took a series of photos on slide film which I hope to develop from a walk around the local area. There is no large community of people there as such and the presence of nature is much more keenly felt. I walked up a country path round the corner of ‘house on the rock’ and the trees are so thick they block out the light. Making my way up I wondered who dug out these paths and for what purpose. The greatest sight for me was one of these massive trees had fallen down but was being held horizontal by the many trees standing.
Coming back on the train to Rock Ferry a girl got on dressed head to toe in Adidas: red and orange clothes, blue cap and trainers with long straight blonde hair. It took about an hour’s travelling to go from Welsh valley to Wirral suburb and this creates such a difference in dress, lifestyle, language and leisure.
