I was in a baking mood today. I had to make some goodies for tomorrow, when we have friends round for coffee and cake, and I made some savouries as well. Here was my tea tonight (and the rest will be frozen in portions) - it's a Spicy Choritzo Sausage and Purple Sprouting Broccoli pizza. Scrummy!
Mincemeat Cake made with some of my home-made mincemeat - it smelt DIVINE when it was baking - and as you can see, I tasted some for quality control . . .
Parmesan rolls.
Lastly, what I started off with - plain oat biscuits with sunflower seeds in, to go with cheese tomorrow for those inclined (my OH for starters).
I ran out of energy last night and left a couple of photos from Tenby out, which is where we went on to from Manorbier, which is just along the coast. Here was a Brittany Cob type of horse who gave carriage tours around the town. He was quite a chunky chap, as you can see. We debated was he Welsh Cob crossed with a Belgian draft horse?
A little narrow lane past the pub, down to the Tudor Merchant's House and the adjacent teeny-tiny bookshop, which has always been stuffed with books. Unfortunately, it is so stuffed with books now you can't really go any further than about a footfall in, and you have to be a size 10 and under to get that far! I think he needs a clearout . . .
I love the colourful houses in Tenby. The bright turquoise is a recent repaint I think . . .
The answer to a Seagull's prayer . . .
We found that the island was open to visitors, in advance of being open properly in the summer, and that the admission charge of £2 a head was to go towards renovation of the buildings. However, We thought £6 for us three could be better spent and we had ice creams instead!
Now THAT'S what you call a rock garden . . .
Looking across to Caldey island, inhabited by about 40 residents, and also by Cistercian Monks. I would love to go there before we eventually leave Wales. It is one of the Holy Islands of Britain.
A pretty corner for wildlife - insects anyway.
We began our slow walk back to the car.
One of the gateways through the town walls.
Once last look at the beach - there were some very ambitious sandcastles that day . . .
