Although there is a regular flow of people to and from Cefn Derwen itself, it seems, the rolling miles of moorland/ hillside surrounding us on three sides remains empty (except for sheep!) even on the hottest weekend of the year so far. Runner Neil and his friend Robbo challenged us to an early morning run (“just a few miles”) starting around 6am to avoid the heat. Son wakes me by chewing my foot (thanks, Leo) and then jumping on me, claiming my temporary deafness as an excuse for this horseplay (it is improving, slowly). Already warm so boys (Dave and I, Leo and Chris) decide to go naked, Jaymee insists to ‘dress appropriately’ in her bikini. Neil and Robbo unsure about this when they arrive, but eventually decide to shed their clothes too, although they insisted we all wear trainers (“gorse, ground thistle, sharp rocks and, above all, sheep poo…”). So, a few stretches, and off we go.
Some concerns amongst the locals boys Robbo and Neil that their mates – or worse, girlfriends – might get to hear of their naked exploits… but wait, aren’t Dave and I locals too? Do we care about our reputation? Well, yes, I suppose. But the hills were recently ‘gathered’ for shearing and so the likelihood of encoutering a local farmer is slim, and indeed, we do not. There is no CCTV up here, either! And its good to do something a little ‘baa-my’ just once in a while!
You can see why going barefoot is probably not a good idea.
Neil led us about six miles, I reckon, before returning to base. The temperature was already rising and everyone VERY sweaty, then the boys wrestled in the barn for a while whilst Jaymee practiced her arm balancing to general acclaim from Neil and Robbo – so Dave and I showed off a bit too and then we all did some weights:
– after which, VERY sweaty.
The young boys wanted more, so they dragged a bench outside. We made them cover up a bit just in case anyone else showed up.
Cefn Derwen also offers other diversions for the young at heart…
…in fact Chris, on his first ever foreign visit and first trip away from home ever, thinks it is heaven on earth and has totally forgotten his initial home sickness. I’m sure he’ll be pressuring his Dad Steve to bring the family over here on vacation next year.
Other guys and girls from the Young Farmers did indeed show up to use the gym stuff, and we retreated to get the house presentable for the arrival of my parents to collect their car – driving down for the day with a neighbour since my mother, even now, won’t drive. And to cook something nice for a late lunch / early dinner – difficult to choose in 30C heat, so we roasted some beef from the next-door farm and served salad with it.
The, left to ourselves again, it was time to call ‘the only gays in the village’ – our friends Tom and Iestyn – up for the evening. On our first encounter, at Christmas, we re-enacted D.H. Lawrence’s famous nude wrestling scene in front of our log fire, followed by a few cuddles…
This time, with our kids refusing to go to bed, we simply took to our weights again. Tom and Iestyn, squash fanatics, have certainly put on a little muscle since we last saw them…
We offered Tom and Iestyn the same challenge of a naked early morning run, but since Iestyn teaches in the local primary school he was understandably bothered about being caught out by some local out wandering the hills. But they did agree to a little wrestling back in the barn after Leo, Chris and Jaymee were safely snoring in their beds.
…before sharing some beers, after which Tom and Iestyn headed off to theirs (school tomorrow for four more days for Iestyn, and IT work beckong for Tom).
If this weather continues, it looks as though our time in the Cambrian Mountains (better called ‘hills’!) is going to be FUN, FUN, FUN.
And, when we perform in the future in hot and humid conditions (as we surely will one day), the idea of combining our performance with water seems very attractive. I finish with an idea from another profession duo:
We’ll work on the possibilities. And so to bed, Dave and I: aching, tired and happy…