Monday, 19 September 2011

Autumn is setting in.

On Saturday G10, Topsy and myself went for a lovely walk on Carn Bica in the Preseli Hills, with the wonderful Mags and her gorgeous family.  You can read all about it here, instead I'll just share a photograph with you.  Suffice for me to say it was lovely to have a guided tour of the world on my doorstep with some history thrown in. 

A view to lift your spirits - looking Cardigan way.
Afterwards we were treated to pizza (home made of course) at Maggie's house.  I was mortified when one member of my family let the side down and had a wee on the kitchen mat!  There's gratitude after being fed.  Honestly - we'll never be invited back (which would be rather a shame as it's the most wonderful place on earth with mouth watering treats being baked non stop). 

Autumn really does seem to be beating a hasty path to our door now, the leaves are falling all around us and there is definitely a chill in the air at night.  The evenings are drawing in too.  I'm feeling a bit fed up lately, and this might have something to do with it.  I am most definitely a summer solstice kind of girl.

One of my guilty pleasures is to remain in my dressing gown and to snuggle down in the spare bedroom and watch inane television for a few hours in between eating snacks; if they have chocolate on them even better.  I like my own company, but sometimes I can overdose.  I'm lucky I have wonderful friends and family and I live in such a magical, stunning place; which when I manage to get out in it can't fail to lift my spirits.


the veg artist said...

You're right. It is a magical, stunning place. I can remember it from 50 years ago (just!). It was the back-of-beyond. Nothing ever happened. It was either pouring with rain or high summer. An outing into "town" was such an event. There was an old, green bus, populated with the old ladies from Miss Marple. (There is a scene where Miss Marple walks out of a church, clutching her handbag in front of her. That was my gran, dressed in practical widows' black; born in the previous century. She even wore the same outfit on the Sunday School trip to Tenby!) Our indoor entertainment was sitting around the radio, listening to Listen with Mother. I'm not joking! It was so quiet that when a car went up or down the hill, we would run to the hedge to see who it was! My brother had an Enid Blyton childhood, with fair-isle pullovers and fishing. He knows the trees, stars and birds.
We moved into town. I grew up spending lots of holidays with relatives, with a freedom to go anywhere that would never be allowed now.
Your little corner of the world is my little corner, and every time I go back, my breathing eases, and things feel in the right place.
I am so glad that you (and Mags) love the area, and are giving your children something priceless in letting them grow up there.

Lins' lleisio said...

Wow, you brought me to tears.

How interesting about your Gran too, and how you lived your own childhood with your brother. Not much has changed really. Yes I do believe this is a very special place to grow up in, very special indeed.

Thank you so much for your comment. x

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