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.