Thursday Thought

My granddaughter came to stay with us for a week or so during August, 2011. She was 2½ years old at the time.

She liked the idea of “helping” me take photos. So we gave her a compact digital camera to take her own photos during her holiday. Among the anticipated photos of the floor, the sky, the people with half a head, or no head, the door posts, etc., there was this one.

The photo was taken on a bad photography day, weather-wise, in the Brecon Beacons Visitor Centre in South Wales. It’s not level; it’s slightly blurred; it even breaks a few rules. But it works. The key elements may not be on the intersection of thirds, but a centred arrangement is better in this instance. The colours are muted because of the weather, but they are there.

She also took another photo of the same plant pot, but from a different angle. Again, not a technically perfect photo, but certainly acceptable; especially when you consider the age of the photographer.

Most importantly, though, the photos remind me to keep things simple. Seen through the eyes of a child, life is as simple as a plant in a flower pot. We could all learn something from this.

Look at your life through the eyes of a child . . .

. . . Your life is not as complicated as you think it is.

Bedd Gelert

Bedd Gelert 2

Bedd Gelert – Pronounced Bathe Gel-aert (with a hard ‘g’) means Gelert’s Grave. The village is in North Wales, and no visit to the area is complete without visiting this grave.

And it is a grave; a grave with a legend attached. The legend has a number of versions, all essentially telling the same story. I will merely repeat what is written on the grave stones. (The one on the left is in English, the one on the right is in Welsh.)

In the 13th century, Llewelyn, Prince of North Wales, had a palace at Beddgelert.

One day, he went hunting without Gelert, “the faithful hound” who was unaccountably absent. On Llewelyn’s return, the truant, stained and smeared with blood, joyfully sprang to meet his master. The Prince, alarmed, hastened to find his son and saw the infant’s cot empty; the bedclothes and floor covered with blood. The frantic father plunged his sword into the hound’s side, thinking it had killed his heir. The dog’s dying yell was answered by a child’s cry.

Llewelyn searched and discovered his boy, unharmed. But nearby lay the body of a mighty wolf which Gelert had slain.

The prince, filled with remorse, is said never to have smiled again. He buried Gelert here. The spot is called, Beddgelert.

I make no judgements as to the veracity of the legend. But it does teach a lesson:-

We always need to hear both sides of the story.



“Sometimes a man is innocent, but the circumstances make it appear otherwise.”
Oliver Lacon in John LeCarré’s Smiley’s People (or was it Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy)

It’s one of my favourite quotations. I may not have it exactly right. But I think the sentiment is important.

Over the years, I have come across people who were only trying to do their best, but their motives were questioned to the point where they appeared to be in the wrong. They, however, knew that the best way to deal with such allegations is to ignore them . . . and let the results speak on their behalf. Invariably, they were justified without saying a word.

I have also come across people who managed to hide their wrongs behind a façade of bravado, usually accompanied by vociferous false allegations against even those who had their best interests at heart. Invariably, they suffered. Their health deteriorated, physically, mentally, and emotionally. And once again, the results spoke for themselves. And once again, the innocents who tried to save them were justified.

The lesson? Don’t waste your time and energy defending petty allegations. The truth always comes out in the end.