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I am a 68-year-old gay disabled amateur part-time writer living in Slough, Berkshire UK. I have published around 60 articles in 20 leisure and lifestyle magazines. I live with a range of health issues including heart disease, chronic kidney disease, Type 2 diabetes, depression, atrial fibrillation and restless leg syndrome. (I'm working my way through the medical dictionary!). I'm a member of Slough Writer's Group which is interesting and informative. Latest News. 10th July 2023 Awarded 'The Sandy Lee-Guard Award for Endeavour' by the Slough Writers Group. 6th December 2023 Completed studying 'Writing for Magazines' with CityLit University. January 2nd 2024. Fell over in the lounge and fractured my left femur (whilst recovering from fracturing my right femur in July 2023). Recovery expected to take 6 - 8 months. May 2024. Completed studying ' National Centre for Writing' course 'Creative Non-Fiction - An Introduction'. You can see the articles that have been published in the 'LATEST WORK' section of my website. It's at http://richardhill.co.uk/latest.html

Sunday 17 December 2023

Seasonal Sunday

I haven't felt too good today so have spent most of the day in bed. I've been working on my autobiography which now exceeds 7,000 words. Here's another excerpt:

In 1965, the Welsh National Eisteddfod came to Dolerw Park in Newtown (Drenewydd) some 18 miles from Bont and although I hadn’t qualified to compete, I still went and enjoyed the occasion. I also remember the stone circle erected especially for the druidic Gorsedd ceremonies and the ceremony of crowning the Bard. The stones can be found throughout Wales to signify that the National Eisteddfod has visited the town. It’s still there.

Every now and again we had bizarre visitors. Each year, at around the same time of year, a tramp would call on us and offer his services helping on the farm in exchange for food and/or money. A stranger visitor to the front door was a Sheikh selling various items out of a suitcase. I think mum bought a couple of items. A welcome annual visitor was Mr. Tipper who sold various items for the home and farm. He sold long bars of red soap for washing and bathing and white soap for laundry. He also sold mineral blocks to supplement the cattle’s diet.

If you know who Mr. Tipper was, or the (small) business he ran in mid-Wales, do let me know.

I've been delving inner-depths of my memory to recall the events of my childhood. Fortunately, I've already made notes on other occasions.


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