Paridise lost

The A499 Road improvement works creep even closer . Today they are within two feet of our boundary wall ! That have taken away our frontage . This is supposed to be temporary but it seems a very permanent job to me
There are traffic lights in the village and down the hill around the bend, but we are in the middle and have no idea which way to turn, only by watching the passing traffic But with such a big delay between changes we often have to wait for several minutes to find out . As from tomorrow all the traffic will be streamed along our side of the road I fear that if we look out to check the traffic we will be mown down at the gate !

Here is a little ode wot i rote, about how feel at the rapine loss of the hedgerows and margins as the Works takes precedence over anything else.
Paradise Lost

Milton was right when he said that Paradise was a fragile thing, hard to find and hard to keep ,but easily lost.
Share with us our despair as we mourn our paradise lost .




Gone. Swept away never to return, are the leafy lanes which led to our haven in the hills

Gone are the hedgerows which were home and refuge to our flora and fauna , who at the seasons turning came out to greet us.
Snowdrops those white pearls, Bluebells and Harebells ,Cornflowers too and the wild Monkshood all with their hues.

The Loosestrife ,Campion,and Foxgloves with their mantles purple .
The clumps of Daffodils who arrive to welcome Dewi Sant in March and the little Welsh Poppy with its yellow face, so delicate and full of grace.
The escaped Aubrietia even had its place.
Gone are the Blackberry and Blackthorn, Bryony and Bramble entwined with The Nightshades they have gone with the Grasses, Parsleys and Vetch.

Gone are the Alder the Aspen and Guilder. Ydrassil the world ash Tree and the Druids Oaks.

And the Willow weeps no more.

What of Jenny Wren’s little house or the home of the little brown mouse ?
Who gives a penny for the Pygmy Shrew or
A silver sixpence for the grass snake who, like his brother the blind worn is lost, or the Adder who will no longer be black.

The Raptors circle, mew and cry as they wheel around the empty sky . No lunch today the Faunas all been scared away .

The Death head hawk moth and the Devils coach horse,Wasps and Bees and insects galore.
The Natter jack toad lies squashed in the road, where will the Hare hide or the Weasel stalk ?

What good is a road when there is nowhere to walk .