There have been complaints in every part of Wales about the weather. There always are, of course, but I got fed up this week of being told by the Jonahs that “Ooooh, we shall suffer for this!”.
When I’m sitting under a friendly tree, avoiding the hot rays of the sun burning my flesh, the last thing I want to think about is something dismal which may – or may not – happen.
I wonder whether the Welsh pessimism is genetic or caused by our past history. Either way, I wish the people who prophesy doom and gloom would keep away from me.
Because, whatever the weather, we have the privilege of living in Wales.
It seems that, sometimes, sport gets too big for itself! Yes, I know the biggest thing about most sports – Soccer especially – is the size of its players’ salaries. But we’re talking about sport here, not the prima-donnas who are involved in it.
The Snowdon Race is a popular event: a 10-mile foot race over ten miles of some tough Welsh country. It’s well supported by local communities, too.
However, Stephen Edwards who, with his Committee, organises the big day is quoted as saying the event has become “too big”. And it’ll take a lot more hard cash to keep it going.
There are six-hundred-and-fifty entrants for today’s race, by the way. A popular event, then.
So let us hope that the cash comes in and the tradition continues.
Down by Ebbw Vale is Manmoel Common. That’s where abandoned horses live – they’re referred to as “feral”. I suppose they are, having to look after themselves in all weathers.
Some have died but there is now hope for the others.
The RSPCA, bless ‘em, have found proper homes for the remaining horses. They’ll soon begin their new lives in Devonshire, Norfolk and Carmarthenshire. Great news.
But questions must be asked.
Why were they abandoned in the first place? What is being done to find who abandoned the animals?
And what will be done to those people when they are found . . . ?