We've just returned from a fabulous few days in a cottage in Pembrokeshire. I've only ever passed through this part of Wales on my way to Ireland and didn't realise how beautiful it is.
The cottage was booked some time ago by a very dear friend who subsequently became ill and could not go. Although he is no longer with us it was good to be in Trehilyn and to think of him often.
Walking the coastal path.
Mr B and me discussing map reading - we're not really lost at all!
Looking like old rockers is completely accidental. . . .
Flynn may be small, but he just loves going out for a walk.
He's looking a little sad because he had to be put on the lead at this point, the cliffs are high and sheer and he kept going up to the very edge and we all had visions of him tumbling over onto the rocks below.
A gate from the cottage garden, looking as if it's a gateway to forever.
The beach at Traeth Llyfn, along the coast path from Porthgain.
We took ourselves of to visit Pentre Ifan just the other side (east) of Fishguard from where we are staying.
It truly is the most magical place. And I find it strangely comforting to think that people have 'inhabited' this space for so many generations.
An offering in Nevern Parish Church.
Birds coming in to roost.
The perfect end to a perfect day.
It's all very well going of to Pembrokeshire for a few days before a night back home and then off for a return trip to the Yorkshire Dales, but that hasn't left me with much time.
Note to self 'don't plan holidays for August/September' the garden and hedgerows are in full swing at this time and it puts unnecessary pressure on to get every thing harvested and turned into good things to eat.
This year's bounty will fill up the freezer.
Our raspberries will keep fruiting until the first frosts. I picked about 2 kilos today, it will be turned into raspberry ripple ice cream and raspberry vinegar for winter treats, and when we eat it I can think of this sunny Saturday in my garden.
Instead of fruit picking I should have been helping out at our village fete.
In our little Wiltshire village of about 100 houses (good things come in small packages), we host an annual September fete. Each year a small band of residents work hard to organise the stalls, the band, the tea room, a beer and Pimm's tent and everything else that goes into making a typical village fete great fun.
Having a fine time in the beer and Pimm's tent.
The men showing their metal!!
You're never too old to party!
As you might imagine most of the bikers are blokes, but, there are one or two ladies giving them a run for the money.
Wow1 What fab photos!
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