(The picture here is of a druidic stone circle in Cardiff, in Bute park with Cardiff Castle on one side and the River Taff on the other.)
Okay, back in Cardiff (Caerdydd) and finally got my new boots! Dawgs in Canadianese or Doc Martens in the Queen's english. And now, I must say farewell to my Black Spots, poor old shoes so full of holes. Cheaper than brand name shoes and guaranteed no child labour. Pick up a pair if you can. And so, an ode to my Black Spot canvas shoes...
Englyn - Black Spots
Over cliffs we nearly fell - through grass blue
yellow gorse, tales we'll tell,
now there rings the dying bell,
But, oh my, how you did smell!
Good bye my friends, may angels take thee to thy rest! I was thinking of using Black Spots as a pun on the old name for the area around Cardigan. At one time, it was called The Black Spot because it was mainly full of Unitarians.
"Some would say we're going to hell..."
A bit over dramatic for a pair of shoes!
