Now, The Snowman Cometh…

…an unexpected link to the previous post concerning the arrival of the ice bath!

Now we live in the same time zone as home (Portugal and UK), somehow news seems to arrive quicker. This evening we got an urgent message from one of Dave’s friends and his wife that they are marooned in our place in Wales by frozen snow, following Storm Caroline (wind gust of 116mph in Scotland!) and a sudden downturn in temperature. They are due to leave in the morning but cannot get their car down our track. Our reaction was to tell them to stay put and party, on the basis that the incoming people (yes, there are some more hardy souls on vacation in December!) won’t be able to arrive if they can’t leave! All this seems a little surreal when we are still experiencing temperatures only a little lower than might be expected in a British summer!!

We’ve invited them to raid the freezer in the shed (by the sound of things it hardly needs electric power to keep cold right now) as Sunday is set to deliver continuous snow for more than eight hours according to the forecast for Mid Wales.

They’re fairly sporty, so we’ve suggested they do some training shirtless and bikini-clad (respectively)!

Hmmm. Apparently we have a lot more snow at ‘home’ than that…

Whichever. It’s a great feeling to lose the shirt out in the snow (under the sun, preferably) once you’ve warmed up. And better than the usual rain for which our part of Wales is deservedly famous!…

Tennis, anyone?

Which reminds, me, another source of client complaint with the sports facilities offered at our current employment is that it does not provide tennis. Not much space to insert a tennis court, though, unless the management buy some adjacent land. We’ll have to see. With all the continuing investment, this place must be a gigantic money pit… but they’re still paying our salaries and will be doing so for at least another full year, because we have signed ourselves on for that today. All that sunshine here versus snow in the UK? And, with our kids thoughts turning to flying their comfortable US nests, the lure of Tennessee is lessening just a little. So we decided. It took quite a lot of thought… (pause for “thinker” pictures)…

In the end, it was a no-brainer, really. Like an all-year vacation in the (almost always) sun!

Let’s have some boys enjoying the sun, then:

We’ve reached the point in the post at which I gently remind you how you can support the blog by putting a couple of dollars/euros/pounds [we accept all currencies!] in my pocket and keep the creative writing going as well. Just click on the covers and follow the links: you can also search for the books on Amazon and other purveyors of paper and e-versions!

And now, a final four pictures for you! All reasonably sunny!





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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