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Saturday, August 23rd, 2003

Subject:Of no real importance
Time:12:36 pm.
Mood: sick.
It has been raining. (Bran, I trust you will finally explain the difference between 'rain' and 'mizzle' to Will.) In such weather, we try to keep the sheep in the lower pastures, the easier it is to get to them and make sure they remain healthy. But a few will wander off, and in hunting for the latest lost sheep I have managed to catch a cold. So I am confined to my cottage for the week.

And we did not manage to find the sheep, either.

I'm not usually at home during the day, so I have discovered that there are indeed worse things than hunting for a lost sheep in the rain, and it is daytime television. It appears to be made up wholly of inane game shows and out-of-date American soap operas.

Consequently I have been 'surfing the internet' (and if someone can explain to my why it is called 'surfing' when it in no way resembles that sport, I will be most attentive) and found a number of intriguing things. Some of them are even suitable to be shown in public.

I was amazed to find this page, though I'm sure most of the singers and bands here are more to Bran's taste than my own. It is still very nice to find that Welsh music is alive and well.

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Friday, July 25th, 2003

Time:3:18 pm.
Mood: thoughtful.
I'm definitely not used to this journal thing.

As Bran said, the computer broke sometime after he left for Cambridge. He's fixed it (mainly, I would say, that he may keep up with all his friends in the lowlands) and now that he's heading back to University, it seems that it is time to begin using it for the purpose which I intended when I got it - to stay in contact with my wayward son.

It has been an interesting holiday period, as things long forgotten were discussed and matters that had not been discussed before came to light.

I have never doubted my love for Bran, nor his for me; I have never felt the need to shout it from the hills, but I could never deny it even if I wanted to. It is saddening to think that there are parents who would forget this love when their children tell them that their hearts lead them to people outside the usual lines.

I'm not saying it's easy. It isn't. But I cannot forget that Bran is my son, and that is something that is worth everything.

It is ironic that this should happen just as the Church itself is divided over the issue. I know I'm a deacon, but this is entirely too trendy for my tastes.
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Sunday, February 9th, 2003

Subject:On the farm
Time:2:36 pm.
Mood: uncomfortable.
The wind is still blowing down from the high peaks.

Johns Rowlands is still absent. I will speak to young Rhys when we pasture the flocks later today - perhaps he spoke with him before he left.

I am worried for the young lambs - there have been more foxes seen in the hills. Big, fat grey things, more than capable of taking a lamb or a small sheep. As Bran knows, I truly hate those foxes.

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Tuesday, February 4th, 2003

Time:5:54 pm.
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Time:5:39 pm.
Mood: anxious.
Things here in Clywd are looking unsettled.

This morning, I didn't meet John Rowlands when I took the sheep up to the high pasture. Which is not in itself real cause for worry, it's just that, when you meet a man driving his sheep up to pasture every day, when he misses a day it is unsettling. I walked by his home on the way back and it was locked up tight.

I am probably worrying over nothing. He has probably been called away unexpectedly for some reason. The cold wind that blew down from Bird Rock was simply a cold wind, and nothing more.
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Thursday, January 30th, 2003

Subject:A Quiet Evening
Time:3:50 pm.
Mood: calm.
I'm really missing the lad. There, Bran, if you're reading this; you got your old Da to say it.

I daresay you're a little surprised to see me here on this computer thing. You're not nearly as surprised as I am. Still, it's a good way to stay in contact with people who are far away. The Good Lord's touch is in all things. Though I have to say I don't really hold with this 'journal' thing. A person is supposed to be able to keep their private thoughts private. Still, it is good to be able to share thoughts with people.

It is also good to get a little peace and quiet. And just to make sure of it, Bran, I will be bundling up and posting the rest of your rock and roll CDs to you, first thing tomorrow morning!
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Tuesday, January 28th, 2003

Subject:Greetings, all
Time:4:13 pm.
Character: Owen Davies, a not-so-simple Welsh farmer, father of Bran Davies and a lay brother of the Church.

AIM Name: owenofwales
ooc note: You probably won't see me around much. I am Australian, so my online hours aren't always compatible with American hours, and I don't chat very much. If you really want to talk to me, it's probably best to email me in advance so I know to be around!

Biography: In the six years since Silver on the Tree, not much has changed in my life. I'm still a farmer and I'm still a religious person. I've been content to keep my life quiet and my nose out of everyone's business, especially that of the Light and the Dark. Yes, I remember - neither side had a reason to make me lose my memories, so I've kept them. When Will Stanton realized I still knew who and what he was, the young dewin decided not to remove them - I think he needed someone who understood, at least a little, what had happened.

I've been happy to invite him to Wales every school holidays since that year, for Bran has needed the friendship. Still, while he's been a good friend, I'm not happy at the consequences. Will's presence, however happy it makes my son, has reminded him that there's another country on the other side of the Welsh border, and now Bran wants to go to Cambridge!

I don't understand why he wants to leave Wales in the first place. This is the land of his fathers, both Arthur and I, the land his heritage came to him in, and the land he gave up his hertiage to return to. This is his land!
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