All good things...

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.

Pub dogs

I've been doing a bit of net surfing (thanks to an online St Patrick's Day card send by the lovely Bill and Bron) and saw something about pub dogs which reminded me...

English pubs are a bit dark inside so you'll have to forgive the use of the flash. 

I think they did take-out too.

Being dogless, we settled for a beer.

Here's Cynthia and John

and here's a satisfied customer.

Time on my hands

so I thought I'd blog a cuppla things that amused me during the Welsh Tour.

I don't know why I find this so screamingly funny.  Perhaps because the first time I heard Rosemary talk about going to a hole in the wall I had no idea what she was on about.  So I was flabbergasted to find it's official.

I know I've posted the unicorn before but I love the whimsy, and it sums up how I feel as I approach St Davids.

Blog for Bronwyn

Featuring the Farmers Arms aka The Farmers

 Mum outside The Farmers

Mum and Aunty Eirwen having a pint, probably of the Reverend James, or possibly Double Dragon in the beer garden at The Farmers.

Georgia, complete with Tregwynt Mill cap, in earnest conversation with an Aunt in the garden at The Farmers.  Georgia stayed at the house which you can see in the background - very convenient.

Happy St Davids Day!!!!!

Amazingly I left my Welsh recipe book at work so can't whip up a batch of Welshcakes as I'd intended - though I probably could remember the recipe, or use the internet...  I've decided to leave Welsh cooking for my day off tomorrow.  So I will treat you to a few photos of St Davids that I haven't posted before.

I believe this is the Pembroke Rose.  I shall have to check it against the Pembroke College logo.

A hedge-row on the way to Non's Well.

The snail in close-up.

The wall at ???? (it will come to me) where my cousin Frances works.

Theres Welsh

I wasn't actually going to blog blogblodwyn today but I found myself here and realised it's a good opportunity to tell you of my cultural weekend.  I've read Lovesong by Alex Miller.  It's being discussed with Eat, Pray, Love at the Wentworth Book Discussion Group (not to be confused with the Buronga Book Club from which I think I must retire) in March.  I'm intrigued that the books have been linked together so I'll probably mosey along to the Discussion.  AND I've seen two (2!!!!) films at the cinema - that's usually my average for a year - and still could be, I suppose.  Yesterday The King's Speech which everyone is raving about so I hardly needed to see it.  But regardless, so glad I did because I love the fashion and interior design from the 1920s, 30s.  And I also remembered that my Mum had told me (when we were in Wales, actually) that her parents were taking her to see a show in London for her 13th birthday but the war was declared that day and when they got to the theatre it was closed.  The film I saw today was South Solitary.  I was drawn to it because it's about a light-house and for many years I thought it would be lovely to be a light-house keeper.  It turns out that the film was shot in Portland, now home to Mrs History, but it also has a lovely curly haired Welshman in it (well, actually his accent wavered a bit, but it was mostly Welsh).  I've just remembered that it also had Esse Davis in it - a Bellerive girl.  And I've done no housework but one load of washing...

The Swan Thieves

Georgia made reference to this book in her blog and I have just finished reading it.  It is about mental illness and art so I felt right at home.  It is a very worthwhile read.  It also made me think of another day Mum and I spent with my cousin Cynthia and John.  This time in Kew Gardens at the beginning of our holiday before we went to Wales.