Well, as promised, here is the new tattoo. I got it done last Thursday, but have only managed to post it today as I have been busy with work and decorating and more besides. I have booked myself in for 25th January, and with a bit of luck, I may be able to get there in October. Just waiting for Sandra to let me know. She is in north Wales, so it is only a 90 minute drive each way, so not too bad.
It took 7 hours to do with only two 5 minute breaks for coffee and the toilet. The spine was very uncomfortable, but the neck was a killer, however, she had warned me about the neck and that was the last part she did which took an hour in itself. I am very pleased with it and looking forward to adding to it with other sea creatures. If you look at it you will see within the Manta Ray is a smaller one and there are two turtles within too as well as the palm trees.
I have planned for what I will be getting to cover three of my old tattoos which are 30 years old, one of which is ugly, another two you cannot really tell what they are now, and there is another tribal one that I will get her to go over and add to it to look modern.
A few weeks ago we decided to go to my homelands and have lunch in Llanberis. It was such a beautiful day, the sun was out, the sky was blue and we had lakes and mountains to look at, and to round the evening off we had fish, chips and mushy peas which were delicious.
Llyn Padarn is a glacial formed lake and the largest natural lake in Cymru, 105 meters above sea level and surrounded by the slate mountains, so it is quite spectacular. It is however quite cold in the water as both the dogs found out. Mazikeen was first in after seeing something in the water that she thought she could fish out and fell straight into it. When her little head bobbed up out of the water she looked a little shocked. I had to help her out as it was a little too high for her to get out, but she shook herself and carried on as if nothing happened. We were laughing at her doing it when both of them decided to go down one of the boat jetties which stops about 2 feet into the water and there is a drop. Harper was the first to look down at the edge whilst she was paddling about, then decided she could keep waking and went head first in. She was under the water for about 5 seconds and I thought I would have to jump in to get her out and then her head popped up and I pulled her out as she still had her harness on. Mazikeen, completely unperturbed by falling in and also seeing Harper fall in kept walking further out and then she vanished under the surface. I stepped forward ready to wake in and her little head popped up and she was swimming further out then realised and started going to the right to get back to the shore. Second dunking and she was not put off, and in and out the water for most of the day, but she was a little more careful from that point onwards.
I keep seeing posts that people have made on social media of them when they were little and now they are big. I decided to join the trend as I thought it was a bit of fun, especially since I have changed a hell of a lot over the 44 years between photos. I thought I’d share with you all to, me at 6 years old v me now at 50.
Today M and I have been married for 12 years (together 21 years this year), so to celebrate, we went for a nice walk and bought lots of lovely snacks and treats. Due to the way the world is at the moment we did not want to go to a restaurant or pub for a meal. We were not too sure where to go as we tend to drive for hours to go somewhere different, but again due to COVID there are so many places in Yorkshire and Lancashire that are said to be hotspots, so that was out too, and I love to walk on the moors in the footsteps of the Brontes as it is rugged and wild.
We finally set on Lydiate where I grew up and walked along the old railway lines from where Lydiate station used to be back in Victorian Times. (1884 to 1952) and headed south along the lines, then on to the canal bank back to the car. All told we walked 6km. The dogs loved it and are currently sleeping. Mazikeen must have run (as she does not walk anywhere) about 20km, back and forth.
I took a few photos along the way which are below, including some yarn bombing along the way.