Island Tales

When I came to live on this island two and half years ago, we had a dog. It was fun exploring, but sadly she was old and our adventures were limited.

When she died, we were never getting another one. Eight months late, we thad Tilly, also a Yorkshire terrier. This time a puppy as Jodie was a rescue dog, coming to us when  when she was eight.

IMG_2833Tilly is now just over a year old and we venture out to explore every day again. We couldn’t let Jodie off the lead. So it’s a pleasure to see Tilly running in the big open spaces, be it fields, parks or beaches.

What we never foresaw is how we would end up with a second dog. Meggy came to us via a charity, having been rescued from a puppy farm. She was about four, had no name and the most traumatised dog I have ever seen.

When I was a child, Mum and Dad had a King Charles spaniel and sadly she died young. I Screen Shot 2018-11-29 at 10.35.52never imagined I’d have the same type one day. Meggy is wonderful, and great off the lead. She follows me everywhere and gets on well with Tilly, despite Tilly hanging off her ears sometimes!

To watch both dogs running together is a joy I never expected. Did you dogs can smile? Their tongues loll  at one side, and their teeth are on show. There is no mistaking the look of pleasure.. You can see it in this photo of Meggy and I’ve seen the same look on Tilly.

One of the many places we can taken them is Penrhos Coastal Park and Nature Reserve. It sits between the village of Valley and the town of Holyhead. It’s a natural habitat for the red squirrel. As a child, I saw many in our parks but as the years went on the grey squirrel appeared and the red, disappeared.


I have seen three since I arrived on the island. One ran across the road in front of my car. Then two recently at Penrhos.

There are many paths to follow, some more dense with trees. On the perimeter there are beaches, and even a hill with a seat on the top that gives great views over the sea.


Some years ago I had a replacement knee and for the first time I could walk unaided. I made it to the top of the hill and was very proud of myself. Sitting down, I was admiring the views when an old lady with a walking stick passed sprightly by. It took the wind out of my sails, and I didn’t feel so clever after all!

One thing I enjoy is how the dogs walk along side me as we venture down the different paths. Tilly is still learning and as other dogs approach, I’m able to keep her back from going to great them. She wants to jump up their legs as if they are all her friends. I don’t want her to do that as not all people are dog lovers. She learns fast and I’m proud that she is such a good girl. Meggy is naturally shy and stays by my side.

Many years ago Penrhos used to be an estate with a big house. The house has long gone but many of the out buildings and dry stoned walls still remain. A lot are in disrepair, which only adds to the charm. The stones and slate used is mined on the island and have been used for building for hundreds of years.

Some buildings have been restored, a roof put on, and a seat inside. A nice place to be amongst the trees to sit and contemplate whilst admiring the different typles foliage, and enjoying the fresh scented air.

IIMG_2585 recently came across this bench and it caught my eye because it had four colourful flowers at each of the legs.

Many of the paths are sign posted and wheelchair friendly, although I’ve never seen a wheelchair there, it also means its fine for prams, and there are plenty of those.

Recently I’ve found a new interest – painted rocks. Facebook has a group called Anglesey Rocks, I’ve mentioned it previously on this blog.

Anyone can paint the rocks and hide them for others to find. Kids and adults love it. The simple making and hiding is a lot of fun. Once the rocks are discovered a picture is posted on the Facebook group. It’s quite thrilling seeing mine posted there and re-hidden for others to find. They don’t just stay on the island. One of mine ended up in Copenhagen. You can see the full article here.

I went twice to Penrhos recently and didn’t find any. It made me smile because people were walking around with cameras, and looking up at  trees trying to spot a red squirrel. Then, there was me, a grandmother, on a bigger quest searching for painted rocks! On my next visit I found two and was so excited. My husband muttered something about – ‘Little things…..’

Once more, I count my blessings. I love my new island life. From living in the big city of Manchester, I always knew I was a country girl at heart. I loved my holidays here and walking through Penrhos with its natural beautify settles my soul. When I would return to real life to the built up city streets, part of me was always left behind. I yearned to be back, to smell the fresh, clean air and feel the sea breeze on my face again.

Now we, hubby, and I, are retired we get do this every day, whenever want.  What could be better?



I even found a naturally made heart on a tree.

Just Our Imagination

I was reading through other WordPress sites, as you do, and came across this interesting article about riding a bike.

It took me back to being a child when when played on the streets for hours with them. My brother and I used to pretend they were horses and we had an army of men. We’d ride down the centre of the road beckoning behind us with our hands, shouting “Come on, men!” Ten thousand men followed us!

What sticks in my mind the most is how I think back tand there really was ten thousand men there and we were on horseback, not our bikes. There really is nothing like a child’s imagination.

Read the full article called Look Mum, No Hands! on Stevie Turner’s blog.


A Case For Adjectives?

I don’t know why I haven’t been following Carole’s blog before. A sheer oversight!
I loved this story and didn’t expect the ending at all. How sad really. I wanted to see the magic of this story with my followers. Please follow the link and Carole’s blog.



Author -Carole Parkes

In writing circles experts frown upon using too many adjectives. This is from an English lesson I did many years ago. Oddly enough, I gained a tick for each adjective used. My question is how would this story be without them?

The Stranger

The spectacle of the filthy, bedraggled man sitting in the restaurant drew my attention. His matted, dirty hair hung in knots below his hunched shoulders and some of it fell forward into his soup. Pulling it out of the hot liquid he wiped the sticky, wet hair on his coat which was already covered in mouldy food spillage and vomit. He slurped noisily, spilling more soup from his spoon and mouth than he was managing to consume.

I looked away from him to my daughter who was standing next to me. She was also hypnotised by this revolting, stomach retching sight. Then my eyes fell upon his…

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A Post for Authors

from Patty Fletcher of Campbell’s World

Tell it to the World Marketing

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Hello to all,

I hope this message finds you all doing super well.

Here at Tell-It-To-The-World Marketing, where we support talented authors, as well as successful business owners in their marketing, by marrying social media, with more traditional approaches,

The goal is to help the client market their Book, Blog, or Business to the very best of their ability.

One of the best ways for me to do this, is to share tips with my clients, so that they can define the services I provide them, to better meet their needs.

Today I’d like to talk to you about professional curtesy and encourage you mightily to read, and if you’re not already doing so to please consider strongly adopting these simple practices into your daily business.

As is my way I’m going to share a story with you so as to illustrate better the point I wish to make.

I ask you, as you read, put yourself in both my place and the place of the business owner and ask yourself first, how you’d have felt if this were you dealing with the issue as a consumer, and then, as the business owner, what you have done instead.

Several weeks ago I submitted an ad on behalf of a new client of mine to an online magazine for their November issue. The owner of said magazine wrote back to say that while they could not accept the photo portion of my ad, they could take the text version and assured me that it would be included. I was very glad as the client is one, I feel very strongly about because their product is one which will if known of help many.

Thinking all was well when I got the November issue, I made ready to send the issue to my client, so they could see the end result of my outreach services. Luckily for me, I listened to good advice given me by a previous supervisor and decided to check the magazine before sending it forward.

To my dismay upon reading the magazine I found no mention of me, or my ad at all. Not even so much as a note explaining why it was not there or saying that it would be included in another issue.

To my further dismay when I wrote the owner of said magazine to speak to them about this and to let them know of my displeasure at having had my ad, which met all submission guidelines having been left out, I received no reply from the magazine owner. Rather, said magazine owner forwarded the letter I sent not to his top editor who might have been the one to deal with such as they’re listed as top editor and there-for held responsible for what is and is not in the magazine but to their secondary editor who does the proofing and finds whatever mistakes the owner and top editor might miss.

To say I found this quite unprofessional would be a gross understatement. Not only did the owner of the magazine not respond to my having sent a letter questioning why my ad was not included but he further shirked his responsibility by forwarding my letter not to his listed top editor but to the secondary editor who in my opinion had no responsibility what so ever and I might ad has thus far been the only one to reply to me or try to make the issue right in any way.

What do I think should’ve happened instead of this mockery of professionalism?

  1. The owner of said magazine should take full responsibility for the error.
  2. Said magazine owner also should’ve responded personally to my letter since my letter was sent to him directly and
  3. If he were not going to deal with the issue directly, he most assuredly shouldn’t have left it to his secondary editor who has no responsibility to this portion of the trouble what so ever to deal with.

People let me just say this, whether you are an author or a business owner, and by the way if you’re a published author writing is your business, but no matter if someone takes the time to send you any type of correspondence you should absolutely see that it is handled and not shirk your responsibility to someone under you.

The magazine specifies that all submissions are to be sent to the owner and gives an email address for doing such. After having used said email and having it bounce several times, I chose to send to the email address I had on file for them and still have received nothing in return since my having been assured that my ad had been accepted.

Will I use this magazine in the future or refer any of those I market to it? NO! I will not. I find this to have been the most noisome and unprofessional experience I’ve ever had and hope to never again have another.

My advice to you? Do not be as this sluggardly magazine owner and shirk your responsibilities. Even if the responsibility of the issue is in the end delegated to another to handle, if someone takes the time to write to you, take the time to write them back if for no other reason than to direct them kindly to the proper person with whom their grievance needs to be addressed.

Thank you for reading, and until next time this is Patty who would very much like to know

Professional curtesy, where are you?

Patty L. Fletcher

Self-Published author and Owner of Tell-It-To-The-World Marketing

Contact Patty Here

The Coin

by  Toni Kief

Ptolemy V left the mint with the first gold coin struck with his daughter’s likeness.  In a very unusual act, he presented the token with blessing to his only daughter.  Born to a court of treachery, incest and murder, the coin represented a singular moment of love.  She carried it at all times as a reminder of her father and the obligation of her position.  Years later the frantic woman rushed to her daughter and in one of her last acts presented the coin and the history.  By the end of the day, the mother would be dead by her own hand and the daughter captured and taken to Rome.  Holding her head erect with confidence and pride, the girl and her brothers were dragged through the streets in chains.  She trusted the power of her blood and the coin sewn into her hem.  Years passed and she would return to North Africa, the coin now in the hand of a queen.

Selene stood on the beach with her hand in her pocket; she was comforted by the metal.  The eldest daughters carried the secreted coin for centuries.  The image has grown light and smooth, as each connected to their maternal history.  The likeness of her greatest grandmother eroded into the hand of each daughter.  The breath of the sea caressed her face on the rocky coast, and Selene knew she was the last woman of a powerful lineage that had weakened through time.  In her greatest act, Selene resolved she would take the power and curse with her, no longer to plague another generation.

Each descendant since the greatest was blessed with wisdom, power and wealth.  With the gift came a curse of conspiracy, murder and insanity.  The coin graced the hands of a Pharaoh, queens and Sultanas, each part of a lineage they shared with one baby girl.  The history of the Macedonian woman ended with Selene as she looked at the shadow of a familiar face on the coin.  Each holder could see her own likeness etched into the yellow gold.  The last to control the coin, she walked along the shore into the warmth of the Mediterranean.  She took the last drop of Cleopatra’s blood to the welcomed peace of oblivion.

It was a peaceful death as the current pulled her body out to sea.  Her hand relaxed and generations of pain released to the depths.  The golden curse drifted to the bottom of the shifting sea as pirates and whales navigated above.

A young girl in Belize reaches for the shiny disk resting in the sand.  She scoops it up and races back to show her brother.  He seizes the coin from her small hand and with his touch; it disintegrates back to its natural elements.  Little does the sister know he saved her from a different future as she tearfully watches the disk crumble.  The water laps along the beach and a shadow remains, releasing a hundred generations in a silent song.

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