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 takes two to shift this. “This” is a cider mill apple squashing/squishing/juice squeezing wheel.…
Nothing beats an early morning stroll around the garden. https://youtube.com/shorts/jE2BieGdtv4?si=k9thYfmJsd2nue3e
In the wild flower meadow nature has collapsed the daffodils overnight. Slowly, imperceptibly, the daffs…
A Sunday look at the (new) polytunnel. https://youtu.be/X6p4vtDWKS0?si=pYT71mJdimF9mMng
Arguably, the spelling could be correct as it was here last week, and it’s still…