We are still in Wales and I'm recovering nicely from my surgery. I go into the local clinic every day so they can change the dressings. I continue to receive the best of care from the Welsh public health system and it is all without charge.
We can get out a little each day and are visiting local places of power. There is Carn Enoch, a towering volcanic plug where my compass turns completely around and points toward the south. Nearby are little churches with ancient standing stones carved as crosses in the church yards. The sea coast along here is one of the prettiest in the UK, which makes this place a favorite vacation spot. We have new friends in the area, so are not deprived of social contact.
Last Sunday we attended a concert in a tiny chapel near here, a benefit for the local hospital. The choir were mostly people older than me, but they sang lustily with surprising accuracy. There were also a harp soloist and a local soprano who was really quite excellent. The entire evening was in the Welsh language, which is melodious. A good time for all and for us a little window into a way of life that has changed little over time--a small community entertaining each other.
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