I think it's about time to suspend Blogblodwyn for a while. I plan to make this my penultimate post. This time last year I was mad with excitement, thinking 'I'll be there NEXT MONTH'. At the moment I'm thrilled to bits that my Cousin David (with whom we stayed in St Davids) has sent me his recollections of holidays there as a child. I'm hoping some other cousins will do likewise. Two of my cousins have moved, as adults, to the St David's area to live. I'm not the only one under its spell. Today I'll share some more gardeny things with you.
Walking from David's to the aunts, we pass this garden which takes its proximity to the Cathedral very seriously. Sadly, I don't recall the gate ever being open. I think it may be the back of the National Trust Shop.
This gate was often open, and very tempting...
This power pole always made me laugh.
If we walk from the aunts to St Non's, we see this wall, allegedly the wall of the dwelling where Non gave birth to St David. Both Georgia and I were captivated by the embedded plants.
On the way back to David and Frances' we pass the local nursery
but sadly miss this planter with its gorgeous hedgehog feet, which is on High Street.
Here's one of the many beautiful baskets at the Haverfordwest Bus Station where we caught the coach to return to England.
