I just added a few photos to my Facebook album, "Cymru Cymraeg". In doing so, I was struck once more by my feeling of being trapped by history. "Trapped" may be too strong a word. However, I have a great (probably imagined) rapport with the people of the past.
This feeling is not due to old age. I have noticed it since my teens, and it may have been there long before those years.
When I visit places – like Dylife where we went on Sunday – I can almost feel the emotions of the folk who lived, loved, worked and died there years ago, centuries ago. And that is nothing to do with my enjoyment of discovering historical facts and suchlike.
This blog is a good place to express such thoughts – though they may not add to the joy of nations. I repeat here that some of these witterings will go into my personal Journal which is held on my PC; and that I shall put some of those Journal entries on this blog from time to time.