Thursday, 19 March 2020

A lovely walk at Oxwich Bay


We met up with our son Danny on Saturday - it looked like we would be confined to barracks for a while due to my health issues.  The sun shone a little, people were well spread out, and we enjoyed some sea air.


Danny, sans beard.  We are so used to him with one!


Tam and Keith.  Sadly Gabby has been on secondment managing her company's outlet in Bristol so couldn't be with us.  She's had a miserable time down there as the hotel she's staying at has shut their restaurant, so no hot meal to come back to - last night it was a packet of Sandwiches from Sainsburys.


Looking along the coast.


Last year there was a landslip.  People have been told to keep away as it's still very unstable and there are rocks the size of houses over there . . .


Behind the main range of sand dunes are little ponds.


Penrice Castle and the abandoned remains of its earlier incarnation behind it.  Oxwich Bay is part of the Penrice Estate.



Keith, a windswept me, and Tam.

Back tomorrow with church and churchyard photos.

Wednesday, 18 March 2020

I should be gardening, but . . .



Just 5 minutes off to post up the new header photo from last Saturday, when we met up with our son Danny and had a lovely walk along the beach at Oxwich Bay.  I'll put a post up later.  Meanwhile, it has stopped raining (though we had a drizzly walk up the hill earlier) and so I should be clearing the first of the new potato plot planned . . .

Tuesday, 17 March 2020

A strange experience

Yesterday was just like spring here and I was out cracking on with the garden after breakfast.  At the top of the yard, I cleared the area of membrane where we used to have a big plastic (temporary) polytunnel - until it blew away! - and now have the old plastic greenhouse put up there and it has SEEDS sown in there already! Tam has a couple of propogators with Chilli and Pink Russian Tomatoes in, and I have a couple of trays of runner beans and Hunter beans started.  However, today is raining so no outside work being done - which is a shame as being busy yesterday kept anxiety at bay.


Today has been less enjoyable.  We decided to do one final shop, bearing in mind that Keith and I are in the vulnerable group and will be holed up at home for the forseeable future.  I didn't want to go in, but then we don't want to have to get shopping delivered or whatever, once the death toll and spread of the virus escalate.  I am praying that we (Britain) haven't left it too late to take the precautions we are now taking.

Lidl was quiet.  Tesco busier and I couldn't wait to get out.  It was a strange experience - everyone looked so solemn and worried and I was scared to touch anything (not helpful when you need to buy it!!)  Some empty shelving - loo rolls, porridge and potatoes in hot demand.  



Thursday, 12 March 2020

Social Distancing


From a recent walk - part of some old farm machinery with a tree growing through it - nature always wins in the end . . .

Well, I am guessing you are all, wherever you live in the world, hoping that Coronavirus won't be holding a winning hand of cards - a repeat of the Spanish Flu from 1918-19 would be truly terrifying - 25 million people died from it in 25 weeks . . .  Now we have a Pandemic, we have decided that for us, at our ages and with my chronic asthma, distancing ourselves from social gatherings is probably a good idea. It will mean a tightening of belts, because we won't be able to sell at any Fairs or even car boot sales, and of course, won't need - or want to - go to Malvern or Builth for the big fleamarkets there, though of course we will miss the outings and the social side of seeing our friends amongst the dealers.  Auctions are out too.

We always keep a good store-cupboard because our nearest shopping centre is nearly 10 miles away and sometimes snow or storms prevent getting to the shops easily, but we have added to this recently. Brexit shennanigans had me bothered, so I added to the tins in the pantry and when Coronavirus first reared its ugly head in Britain, I added to them again, plus dry goods such as flour, bread flour, yeast and rice which I use a lot.  I always make my own bread so wanted to carry on doing that.   We were getting low on loo rolls, so bought packs two shops running before it became a major panic buying item!  The cats haven't been forgotten either . . .

Thank heavens we live rurally, and have some beautiful walks to go on, and plenty to keep us busy at home - the garden will take a lot of our spare time I am sure.  Now Tam is home, she will help with the digging and planting and we have a new polytunnel (the sort you take down in winter) to put up and fill.

I'm resting up after I have made a pan of soup, as a recent paint I used has had a bad effect on my asthma and I've been going downhill the past week and am now on a short course of steroids again.  We have been watching the Cheltenham Festival since Tuesday - I've always loved jumps racing, and this is the best horses in the world taking place.  Probably safer to watch it from the sofa though, as a huge melting pot for germs!

Keep safe everyone. 

Sunday, 8 March 2020

Brecon Museum II

Many apologies for the delay in this post.  It has been an odd week - another viewing, which mopped up all but a few hours of the past 5 days - and yet more problems with the broadband and the phone line (which was extremely crackly).  I couldn't load photos for love or money, which was very frustrating.

Oh, and the viewing?  Well, I'm not holding my breath.  Two ladies who run a spiritual retreat - one very tuned-in to the house (and said how fortunate we were to live here) but was also heard to mutter perhaps it wasn't for them.  (Not surprising as she stuck her head up the leaking inglenook as there was a wet spot beneath it I could not disguise . . .)  I spent the week being very stressed out because there were two obvious areas of damp on walls - temporary, since lime walls breath in and then expel any damp by drawing it out again WHEN it finally stops raining.  One wall is the old gypsum plaster and that doesn't breath like lime plaster does.

Anyway, today Tam and I are off to Newton House (where I used to volunteer) at Dinefwr Park in Llandeilo where there is a day of talks about old houses, lime, and letting them breath and we hope to find a replacement for our dear friend Steve who did all the lime work and much of the restoration on our house.  He has now retired, bless him, and out of the area so we will miss him turning up on the doorstep with his metal detector or a jar of honey from his bees.



So, back to Brecon museum, starting with this fabulous old hand-made and hand embroidered smock.  I have always had a really soft spot for such things - SO Thomas Hardy, and a real link with our agricultural past.


This was part of a panorama of the beautiful scenery around Brecon - the Brecon Beacons in sight here.



A Great Wheel, a design which lingered on in Wales.  Originally invented in the 14th C, it was also called a Walking Wheel as the spinner would stand up to work it.  As the treadle wheel, a later invention, was more expensive, the Great Wheel was used well into the 19th C here in Wales.


Tally sticks - simple square batons of wood marked with crosses to count livestock (usually sheep, especially here in Wales).  Beside them is a fagging hook  which held the corn for it to be cut with the sickle.  I used to have one which was a more simple wooden stick (one which had a natural bend to it).  Inside that is a reproduction Ox Shoe.


If I remember rightly, this hefty iron bucket came from a coal mine.


Various dairy implements for the production of butter.  I love the pretty hand-carved sycamore butter  stamps and have a couple myself.  Metal skimmers to the right (though these look like French ones to me), Scotch "hands" or butter pats to shape the pat of butter, and hand-made wooden bowls too.


Another part of the same display with a milking stool and a metal skimmer to the front.  The bowl with holes would have been used to drain the whey from the butter and then the water when it was washed to remove any remaining whey.


Part of an exhibition about Adolina Patty, the famous opera singer who lived at Craig-y-Nos Castle between Brecon and Neath.  (The Home Rule for Hay flyer is associated with the self-appointed "King of Hay", the late Richard Booth, who was responsible for turning the town into the "town of books".


This looks like a Mamgu Shawl - one worn by a nursing mother to keep her warm when she breast fed her baby in the still of the night.

Right, I will get this posted before the internet plays up again.  One more post about Brecon Museum to come.

Thursday, 5 March 2020

Another viewing - so it's hectic here

Sorry I have firstly had Broadband problems (BT are on to it, they tell us), and Keith and Tam are laid up with the cold I had, and now we have a viewing so I have been going flat out as ever to try to get the house looking as pleasant as possible AND working flat out on the garden as the ladies who are viewing are avid gardeners (first we'll have had viewing, just when the garden is at its worst of course).  I have been pulling up grass, buttercups and our pernicious weeds and bunging in Polyanthus all over the place for a bit of colour.  The worst bed has now been covered with bark chips but I have other areas to do . . .  No time to sit (no time for lunch!) - I need to get on. Cross your fingers for us, as ever . . .

Monday, 2 March 2020

Cheese Rolls by Torchlight

Well, I will give up on trying to load a photo as I have spent the last 15 minutes attempting to load done!  I will try again later on.  Success:  First Mollyblob flowers (you may know them as Kingcups or Marsh Marigolds).



Meanwhile, I should be grateful to have broadband  - we spent 6 hours on Saturday without any power at all. We had just got back from stocking the larder (extra tins, cat food, loo rolls etc in case the Coronavirus takes off in our area - we will then just stick to our home locale as much as possible.)  So, around 1.20 the power flickered and then went off.  After ten minutes or so, we checked (using Tam's phone, which has signal here and broadband link) the Western Power line - power outage affecting 29 or so houses, expected back on at 3 p.m.  By 3.15 pm the power outage was affecting about a further 100 houses (most of the parish I assume) and the update said, expect power back at 6 p.m.  At 6 p.m. we were back down to the 29 houses (our little bit along the valley, pretty well our postcode) and 7.30 p.m. was the prognosis.  Indeed, it was 7.30 p.m. when it came on again.

During daylight it was OK as we lit the woodburner and camped out in the living room.  We lit candles and put them in front of the big mirror over the sideboard, and lit other candles and set them around the room, including the one in a church hanging sconce and we also turned on all the different fairy lights.  It looked really cosy.  We read by torchlight, and talked.  I set a little pan of water with a lid on to heat on the woodburner but had to laugh as the fire wasn't going strongly and it didn't boil until . . . 7.30 p.m.!!

We have a collection of small torches, but Keith had invested in two big new ones from Lidl last week - they work on a beam or if you pull the centre out, then you have a big all round light.  They also have a jointed magnetic end so you can attach them to a radiator.  They are re-chargable.  A good investment!

We made our evening meal by the light of one - rolls with cheese or chicken fillings, salad etc and then didn't need to cook later.

We coped, but were very glad when the power returned.  6 hours was quite long enough!

Back anon with a proper post - I got a walk in along the river earlier on - as it was SUNNY and dry for once!