I returned briefly to Swansea today, chiefly to collect my oldest daughter from her stint at Guide camp, but also to finish some bits and bobs at the old manse. Church members were hard at work painting it ready for its new occupant, and I’m glad to say that it no longer felt like mine. Caergwrle is home now.
One of the side effects of this flying visit is a reminder of the constraints that the geography of Wales places on attempts to work on an all-Wales basis. Although this is a small nation, our road links are anything but great. It’s about 150 miles from here to Swansea, but you’d be hard-pressed to make the journey in less than three and a half hours, and four hours is more likely. One of the things I’m going to be working on is how we can harness the good old interweb to overcome these limitations, but I’m very aware that the biggest obstacles to success in this will not be technological but cultural.
The journey back up north was hindered by heavy rain, but this provided a most magnificent rainbow. When I’ve had chance to look at them, I might well add one of the pics my daughter grabbed with my phone from the passenger seat. I’m fascinated by rainbows. Knowing something of the physics of their formation adds to their beauty I reckon. Being presented with such a vivid symbol of hope and new beginnings seemed curiously providential.