Postcard in two parts

 On the 29th May, a group of people stood outside Parliament and read out the names of every one of the 15,613 children killed by the Israelis in Gaza in this latest conflict. 

They spoke their names one by one in front of a banner that listed the names of 1700 babies of 1 and under who have been killed in Gaza.

It took more than 18 hours.

When I read the report of this it made me cry.

Yesterday I sent an article to Dave written by the BBC journalist and editor Jeremy Bowen, who has been working in the Middle East for years and years. It was a long, balanced, rational piece, setting out the reality of what is happening and the history of it. The evidence of war crimes is there for all to see.

I explained to Dave on the phone just now that I couldn’t bear to read it. I can’t bear to read below any headline about Gaza now. It doesn’t mean I am looking away. I care as much as I have always cared, but if I did read below the headlines I couldn’t carry on with my days. I continue to raise money for the charity Medical Aid for Palestinians, I still write to my MP, sign petitions, boycott Israeli goods, do all that I can. Admittedly I can’t do much. Neither, probably, can you.

We have a Prime Minister who is intransigent, and who is deaf to the calls of the majority of the people he was elected to serve. 

Part 2

Yesterday both Liz and I were tired and decided we’d have a pottering day. We went to St David’s for a few groceries, and to see some art.

The information centre there has the prettiest car park I have ever been in. The bays are made of banks of earth and massive rocks, with wild flowers growing all over everywhere. (See pic above.)

And a footpath leads you to the centre where there is a shop, a cafe, and exhibitions.

This is the edge of the footpath…

We lapped up the art on show. This was my favourite painting. It’s called The Air We Gratefully Breathe, and is by Rosalyn Sian Evans, a local artist.

Then we drove to Whitesands Bay with the intention of walking and sitting and enjoying the sea, but when we got there, I was so tired from the last two days exploits that I sat in the car like the OAP I am, and looked at the view, and enjoyed doing nothing, immensely enjoyed doing nothing, while Liz went to walk the length of the beach.

Liz, setting off 

Me being like my lovely Gran, sitting in the car and watching the waves

In the evening we ate out at the fish restaurant in Porthgain Harbour, half a mile walk from the cottage.

It was a good day.

You can give to the British charity Medical Aid for Palestinians, that has been working in Gaza, the West Bank, East Jerusalem and Lebanon for 40 years plus. Follow this link:

https://www.map.org.uk/?gad_source=1&gad_campaignid=21151903911&gbraid=0AAAAAChbIjJEBAnI_SlBhcPCvqZnC35No&gclid=Cj0KCQjwjJrCBhCXARIsAI5x66VkyrhZaQ8kzHF0TVUl3VD61KSyVqRFiS8Wea4KqEiH_Bz4b1AeXowaAtCUEALw_wcB