Ar ei Ben ei Hun yn y Ty (Home Alone!)

Sorry – showing off my limited knowledge of Welsh whilst I’m still here. Dave has shot off to Cumbria in our ancient truck (fingers crossed it keeps going!) for a last visit to his mum before we return to USA, and also to take his dad to our special place near Bassenthwaite lake.

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Cover 3 ThumbA circle of trees near that lake has a very special meaning for us – in fact, I could probably say it saved our lives. And then, in a bizarre twist to what probably sounds pretty weird anyway, leaving the place probably saved mine. The very end of my third book chronicling our gay love, acrobatic lifestyle and misadventures (click on the cover) explains all! A quote, then:

The communication died just as if someone had cut a phone wire. Zach had clearly ‘heard’ nothing. A tear ran down my face, and he noticed.

‘Is everything alright, Tone?’

I paused a few seconds, feeling that things were far from alright. And yet… the guardians had just performed a final service. All for me, this time. I guess I sniffed a little, and wiped my hand across my face. Then I jumped up, staring at the trees and the sheep. I offered him my arm to pull him to his feet.

All the events of the past years shot through my brain in a flash. The bad times… the good times… And then a possible future, and what might have been the future, played out in my head.

I smiled at him, and put my arm around his shoulders.

‘Yes, Zach. Everything’s fine. Just fine.’

Dave plans to take his dad to that special place – I think to help him reconcile his jumbled thoughts about getting back together with his estranged wife – since his dad is going to come permanently back to UK after thirteen years in US – which is partly why we are normally found in Tennessee rather than Wales – long story, read the books! (Details at the end!).

SO: I’m ‘home alone’ in Wales with no transport! A couple of guys from Young Farmers came up to lift weights last evening, so I pottered about in my trackie bottoms spotting for them, and then Toby from the hotel in Llandod (as we call it) showed up for a session since he was now working early morning to mid-afternoon shift. So I worked with him for a while, then he asked to wrestle… off came the trackies and we spent a happy 30 minutes getting smothered in each others’ sweat. As you do.

Turns out he’s not ‘Toby’ at all, but something similar involving a lot of s’s and z’s – the Czech version of the name. I should maybe have guessed that he was not British, working as hotel staff, but his English is immaculate. Good company anyway: we shared a beer to finish off with before he went back to his bed to get some sleep in before his 5am start. I had something more like an 8am start!!

OK, now lets share some more fitness inspiration, starting with a mass handstand – they all seem to be wearing the same uniform so perhaps this is a display team:

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Here’s some younger gymnasts ready for action:

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…for which they should all have been stretching…

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…before getting to work on the apparatus…

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Of course, they’ll have been working on their muscles too:

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That one for the triceps, this one for the chest as well as the arms:

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Shoulders next (medial deltoids):

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Those are rather feeble weights for one so well endowed, so I guess it was specially posed for the photographer. We much prefer the action pics:

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And, of course, we are always keen to admire the results:

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He can come stand by my locker anytime!

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Someone there doesn’t like armpit hair. It never bothers us…

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Hopefully something there to inspire you guys, then. I plan a couple more posts from Wales before we head back to the States on Sunday. Here’s the details of all three books (can’t stop myself doing this):

Loving the Boy: ISBN 978-1-907732-30-0

The Power of Love: ISBN 978-1-907732-41-6

Against All Odds: ISBN 978-1-908645-35-7

http://www.melrosebooks.co.uk/l#!__l/loving-the-boy

http://www.melrosebooks.co.uk/l#!__l/the-power-of-love

http://www.melrosebooks.co.uk/l#!__l/against-all-odds

Why not take a peek…?

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About tonycavanagh

Born Northampton UK; school Oxford UK and Oak Ridge Tennessee, where I met my wonderful partner Dave, also from UK. Oak Ridge is our main training base for acrobatics and circus stuff, but we also established a base in Wales (UK) to serve us when we are working in Europe. Our 'story', of finding gay love, learning the acrobatics trade and then of how we got shot at during our show (and worse was to follow - just to prove that the risks of being an acrobat are not always the most obvious ones!) are now available in my three books 'Loving the Boy', 'The Power of Love' and 'Against All Odds'. Links available on most blog posts. Actually, waiting for the imminent arrival of the first printed copies was far scarier than anything we do in performance. A fourth book - not about us but exploring the sadness of a gay Native American boy denied his true identity - is currently with an agent for evaluation. watch for 'Let The Future Find Me' in due time. And now to book five... another boy, another quest... seems its always boys...
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