Rugby, Poetry, Wales on Fire
Right now, I have Rugby, Poetry and Wales on my mind. As you can imagine, I’m still in a whirl, following Wales’ successful bid to steal the 6 Nations crown for a second year running last Saturday. The match had all the ingredients that make rugby enthralling, gritty, soul-baring stuff.
St Pats and the Grandslam Prayer
First Aid is not in my good books right now. Firstly, Saturday’s class caused me to miss Wales v Italy and a gorgeous sunny day (which could have been spent on a nature walk). Secondly, it’s too hard! I know I need to get my head down and revise but I am really quaking at…
Rugby, Frogspawn and a Little Gold Dress
I’ve had an adrenalin fuelled weekend in which all of the above have combined to inspire today’s blogpost. The adrenalin mainly flowed whilst I was perched on the edge of my sofa watching Wales in a physical, heart-stopping game against England. You’d think I’d played the match myself! Well, they do say watching sport can…