On the Monday we drove to Winchelsea Beach and walked back to Rye Harbour along the sea through the nature reserve. Robin’s knee had had enough by then, so after lunch I walked back to […]
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gallivanting 1
Robin found the perfect place for my birthday treat – a two-night break in a boutique motel by Camber Sands (to be fair, an ex-motel). Suitably blue-and-white-striped, with distressed white-painted furniture and very comfortable beds, […]
viewing the past
Hannah organised a visit to the print room at the Ashmolean in Oxford – primarily so that Gwyneth could see their Samuel Palmer drawings, but also because Hannah had discovered that they held a wood […]
wish i’d thought of this
An Aberaeron postscript. Robin’s photographs, very lovely.
we(s)t wales 5.5
Up in Aberystwyth the seafront was impassable and covered in sand and bits of the promenade – the poor things were expecting more in the evening. But the museum was open, and is fantastic. It’s […]
we(s)t wales 5
Back to Aberaeron to see Hannah on her way home, and to get a few pictures – this is the deep blue (see we(s)t wales 1). And huge waves breaking on the harbour wall…
we(s)t wales 4
Hannah having arrived the day before, we drove to Llangrannog to do at least part of the walk northwards back towards New Quay before it decided to pour. We didn’t get very far – the […]
we(s)t wales 3
The swim I didn’t do… the annual New Year’s Day swim in New Quay – fancy dress optional. The combination of rain, wind and the end of a cough seemed sufficient excuse. Most didn’t get […]
we(s)t wales 2
A trip the other way from New Quay – starting at Cwm Tydu, a bit to the south, and walking north back along the coast. There was even sunshine, as well as a great deal […]
we(s)t wales 1
Pouring rain and howling winds, so we drove to Aberaeron from our house in New Quay. It’s a lovely town, built by the Rev. Alban Gywne in 1807 using his wife’s inheritance – there’s no […]