See the Narbeth post for why we are here. Where?
The town is a delightful mix of nostalgia for end of railway line holiday destination, rows of Edwardian digs, sandy beaches with castles, ice creams, a bit of tat but no bare skin and loud shouty “tired” men, very little smell of fast food, and residents dressed tastefully, with upmarket independents was well as pedestrianised High Street names. A Coffee 1 would be good, but apart from that – perfect, despite wearing the wrong (not cool enough) shirts!
It feels a bit false to say that because we have only known the greenhouse…
Yes, there are dull days in January. Dull, dreary, dreich, cold, freezing, snowy (or “wintry…
We had a software glitch which rendered the site unstable. We are glad to report…
A confused looking sparrowhawk after a pass at the bird feeder. It was less confused…
Feed the Birds (Tuppence a Bag) Song by Julie Andrews ‧ 1964 The ewes are…
Our ever reliable Christmas staple, the simple and beautifully trimmed Pyracantha (Firethorn).