A dwarf and an asthma healer

You come across some strange accounts when doing your family tree. Today I have been researching Master Mariner William Williams and his son Henry. Born in the early 1800’s William lived in Borth in Wales and most people in the village seem to be mariners.

Anyway, aside from the joys of living in stone houses with dirt floors and no toilets, the village apparently boasted some great characters such as Mr Edwards with the disadvantage of Zacheus (dwarfism),  a chap who claimed to be able to spit tobacco out of his ear and Mr Price who managed to ease his wife’s asthmatic wheeze and had a ‘quirky way of shaving’.

Fascinating – love my Welsh heritage 🙂


Lessons from a mountainside


Well, today of course I had to dedicate my blog post to all things Welsh – the place that will always be home. If you’ve never been then put it on your bucket list :-). If you’re looking for a spiritual getaway then climb up a beautiful mountain – it will at least get you nearer to Heaven – or make you fit. Either way – it’s a good thing to do. That is unless, of course, you have a heart attack or take a tumble and then you might get closer to your maker sooner than anticipated.

I climbed a local mountain once to raise money with my school – it was wet, cold and I was dressed in a rather fetching bin sack. Not my most pleasant memory I have to admit. In fact let’s make that two memories of feeling cold, wet and miserable. The second involved the first and last time I went to Guide Camp. Yet more drenching rain, fog, freezing cold lake swimming and endless peeling of potatoes in a wreck of a farm out house – on top of a mountain. It was horrific.

Oh and a third mountain disaster… PA took a wrong turn and end up driving into a quarry – whilst the sirens were going, indicating we were about to be blasted to smithereens. Needless to say we did a quick U-turn.

Thinking about it, considering my numerous mountain encounters, it can’t be bad that only 3 turned out like this.

When you’re on top of the world, the bigger picture opens up. Small thing fade into insignificance. The overall beauty smooths out the rough paths and offer a new perspective. Rain or shine – it doesn’t matter. Even the fog will clear at some point if we are patient.

Mountains could teach us a lot?