Hi,
I'm sure we both have tales of life well lived to exchange. I'm perfectly open to making a new friend.
I'm not exactly sure what I've done to deserve the universe conspiring in my favour so much lately. I'm already blessed with 4 incredible best friends (2 men/2 woman) of decades. And a wife and two children.
I'm the grandson of a best actor/ 1993 Wesh Bafta award winner: Ray Smith, from the TV series Dempsey and Makepeace. His son (my uncle) started the band Tigertailz. And all the success originated at our house here on [redacted] as it happens. My father was William Buckler from Great House Farm in Llandough. (See BP Vs Buckler 1987). Our farm was next to the church in Llandough. I believe the kitchen table I grew up eating breakfast on, was the same table Marconi invented the radio while he stayed with our family.
The whole BP Vs Buckler story was local headlines at the time. But take anything you read with a pinch of salt. What I understand to have actually happened, with the war chest of information I inherited from my dad's death, was that my parents and grandparents before them, leased and worked the farm for hundreds of years. We acquired the title deeds in exchange for allowing some quarrying to be done. BP and Cotswold archeologists teamed up to try to get the treasure under our farm by trying to unlawfully evict and remove us from the equation. And after 34 years battling BP we lost our farm in court to them. And after my family and I stood there with the community, watching them bulldose our home down, BP exccevated all the Roman burials under our farm and sold the artifacts and land. My father's heart literally stopped, he fought to defend our home and family to the death.
I grew up. Moved on. I won an assisted place in Llandovery College. And went onto work in military intelligence/ cyber security and warfare.
Until in 2013 I stumbled across some things nobody was meant to see. My 36 day old son got abducted and used to try to ransom me. My options were either be silent or be party to corruption and crimes. I chose exile and refused to return until my son and I got justice.
It was a long road to justice and getting out of exile and returning home to Britain after almost a decade overseas. I immediately got a puppy, caught up with old family and friends and got some work in elderly adult healthcare with the Vale Council.
I refrained from going back up to Yorkshire and kicking that old bees nest last year. I can only hope and pray my son's ok. Instead I stayed out of trouble at my families horse farm (Newmill Farm) in Monknash.
Then unexpectedly a woman I spent my time in exile with (and loved very much), reached out to reciprocate my feelings and announced we were pregnant - And we both couldn't have been happier. She is the love of my life and woman of my dreams.
So last October I flew right back to the Caribbean island which took me a decade to escape, married my now wife (November 27th), then got us a car and villa near her families home. Then on the 27th December our daughter Delyth was born - happy and healthy. After just 3 short hours of labor too. And within a matter of hours we were all home together in our spare room/ nursery, surrounded by our family and friends.
I'm just back in Britain now to get my dog and take him back to the Caribbean with me. I'm right now arranging a ferry to Europe and I'll fly back from there. And I'm trying to arrange obtaining my medals and getting tailored for my army 1's dress/ uniform, ahead of our wedding later this year.
But a fisherman always sees another fisherman from afar. I've worked with intelligence agencies who would love your methods of communication. Feels very revolutionary to hand deliver a letter. I could take some pigeons to the other side of the pond if you want and we can expand that modus operandi.
I look forward to hearing anything you might have to say. My new friend.
Speak soon,
Hywel