The view looking northwards up the coast from Aberporth. Oh, and Himself's hands . . . You may remember Aberporth from articles back in the winter, where it became famous for five minutes for launching an anti-plastic campaign.
North Wales in the distance.
Aberystwyth is there somewhere, tucked out of sight behind the headland.
What a wonderful place to live, with the beach at your feet. . .
Folk were happy on, in and by the water.
Whilst wild flowers were busy colonizing every nook and cranny.
I think this family hasn't noticed the tide, and were going to get wet feet going back!
A lovely craggy sandcastle built by a little girl (whose mum showed me a photo of her she'd taken as a sand-mermaid!)
This is what a good retirement pension brings you . . . I always say I'm not mad on modern housing, but I could rough it here!
And this, next door, is the budget version, more suited to our pension-pot! Note the wriggly tin roof. Love it!
Few words again - my apologies but I have been wearing my new reading glasses all day today and my eyes are tired now. I have added a few more paragraphs (after lots of to-ing and fro-ing from one link to another) to our Heritage Statement which is necessary for the hoped-for relocation of the driveway. We could pay an arm and a leg to have it done, but as I have the qualifications, I look forward to keeping all my limbs!
