A look at what interests me and keeps me sane in rural West Wales.
The dim sea glints chill. The white sun is shy, And the skeleton weeds and the never-dry, Rough, long grasses keep white with frost At the hill-top by the finger-post; The smoke of the traveller's-joy is puffed Over hawthorn berry and hazel tuft. I read the sign. Which way shall I go?
From: The Sign Post, by Edward Thomas.
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I - I took the one less travelled by, And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost, best friend and inspiration of poet Edward Thomas.
Codlins and Cream Shop
Codlins and Cream Shopnow open. More things will be added in due course, including a plethora of books. Enjoy browsing.
Happy to post overseas.
Firelight will not let you to read fine stories but it will warm you and you won't see the dust on the floor.
Irish proverb
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50-something wife and mother, living in a rambling old farmhouse in rural Wales and hoping to downsize to Devon soon. I am a complete bookaholic and downsizing with the number of books my husband and I possess is going to be a nightmare! I love the countryside, and the social history of the countryside which has partly come about through family history research. I have been keen on botany since I was 6.
I love to bake, make jams and chutneys and jellies, make my own bread, cook from scratch. I love old buildings, historical places, archaeology especially the Picts and British prehistory. I keep threatening to write a book. One of these days I will . . .
Cait - it is good for me as I know at some point in the day I have to sit up and take notice and then be creative - I think I shall carry on with it on paper when the month is up. As for this landscape we live in, there is SO much history. Sometimes I walk (it used to be ride, on my darling Fahly-horse) past the farmhouse where St Egwad had his monastic cell . . .
Nine words - and I'm almost in tears!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you like AJ. That's what I always think when I see things for sale at auction or in antique shops.
ReplyDeleteI like this river of stones idea.
ReplyDelete'In this landscape are the footprints of saints and the memories of Merlin'.
I understand that one living in Wales like you do.
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Cait - it is good for me as I know at some point in the day I have to sit up and take notice and then be creative - I think I shall carry on with it on paper when the month is up. As for this landscape we live in, there is SO much history. Sometimes I walk (it used to be ride, on my darling Fahly-horse) past the farmhouse where St Egwad had his monastic cell . . .
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