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!
The cockchafer or the ‘doodlebug’, a nickname later given to the V-1 flying bomb of WWII…
The time is late afternoon, the date is early May, after some heavy rain and…
Our wild flower meadow and orchard is a riot of colour and activity from the…
and the Turkey is already fat! But rather incongruously she is in the garden! Not…
One swallow does make a late Spring. Today, 25th April, bang on target, they have…
It’s ready. It was a deadline to not miss. The cleaners have been in, the…