Meditation 2

Whitesands, of course.

Obligatory reverent walk on the beach with Carn Llidi ahead.  Then to the Ram's Nose not fully visible on the left.

I haven't climbed here since I was a child with my Dad.

This time I thought of Georgia and her Welsh cap.  I think that is camomile growing there - I've never been able to grow it in the garden.

On to St Davids Head - with wild horses galloping in the distance.

 There was Iron Age settlement here.  I think I could sit here and gaze out to sea for a long time.

This is Ramsay Sound with Ramsay Island to the right.  I walked the land on the left when I did the St Justinian to Porth Clais walk.

My kind of sea.

The path back to Whitesands

and the (microscopic) horses now grazing on the flanks of Carn Llidi.

I walked back to St Davids the long way.  There are still flowers in the hedgerows,

including snapdragons for Steve.

Meditation 1

Today I walked the cliff tops for the first time:  St Justinians to Porth Clais.

St Justinians lifeboat station

Some chaps off to work

on the blue fishing boat.

 

photo for Georgia

'The Bitches' between Ramsay Island and the  coast path.

You are never really alone

and you never know who you may meet.

Sugar almonds for Bronny

another present for Georgia

Porth Clais - the end in sight

and a picnic at my cottage.

Perfect.

Wiseman's Bridge to Saundersfoot

New territory for me today, with very contrasting scenery.

 I'm sure this could be used as a fish trap.

Hooked on foraging.

Cairo, the dog, was very tired  after this walk.  Frances had to go to work.  David cooked dinner.  I went looking for blackberries for breakfast.

Sunday Drive

Yesterday we decided to have a drink with Dylan Thomas at Brown's in Laugharne.  We paid our respects first to his grave in St Martins Church,

Frances is standing at the grave.

Dylan and Caitlin share the same wooden cross.

His name is on the other side.

then we read some October poetry ,

and then of course we went to their house.

We listened to Dylan Thomas reading his poems on David's ipod (or similar) - there's clever - and gazed to the sea.

Something I could do forever.  Then for a drink at Brown's.

The glasses probably would have photographed better if they'd been full...  And yes, Essie Davis did stay there while filming BBC Two's A Poet in New York.  Essie plays Caitlin in the two-part series.

Seashore Foraging

Today I went seashore foraging.  It turned out to be about seaweed - apparently you can eat all the seaweeds in Pembrokeshire, and delicious they are too.

There's plenty to choose from.  I'll never go hungry at the beach again.

Afterwards we had a picnic.

The food included plants Rosemary, Julia and I had collected on Thursday when we went Wild Food Foraging.  Julia is an expert forager and has a website .

It's good to be back - and to be be back blogging.

The story so far - for Steve to tell Mum

All has gone to plan.  Taxi came on time to take me to airport.  Two pleasant flights.  Cynthia and John paid me a surprise visit at Heathrow.  Caught coach to Bristol and waited for Rosemary's flight - I was tired after 30 hours travelling.  We got our hire car and drove to Abergavenny and eventually found some accommodation...  Visited Stephen and Elaine on Saturday, Norman and Rhoswen on Sunday.  Travelled to St Davids on Monday and have had a lovely time beetling around.  Rosemary returned to Spain this morning and is now home.
I will return to this first week with photos and more detail when I have a bit of time / it rains very heavily.
Maggie XXXX

Heaven scent

I found this photo at Mum's last weekend.  I did not know we had a photo of our caravan.  I love those sunray windows - I've never forgotten them - though I could only remember the side ones and hadn't remembered the full sunrise at the front.  I wiiiiiiiiiiiish we still had that van .  The photo is taken above Whitesands (Porth Mawr) with Carn Llidi in the background.
Jackie Morris has just posted this and soon I'll be there.
I have also found some jottings I made when cliff walking with Georgia:  I will miss the honeywind, the moist milky air, fur warm, a balm, a salve for my soul and my skin...  This moist green to rebuild cell walls, to make whole, restore, make strong...
And I'll be there soon.