Wednesday, August 25

Strata Florida

The ruins of Strata Florida Abbey are in a beautiful spot, in a fold between the hills.

The name means valley of the flowers...

...and it must have been magnificent.

Now there's not much left...

...(although, philistine that I am, these tiles made me ponder how I'd like the floor if we ever have our kitchen sorted...)

...but ghosts of memories.

Cors Caron

Here is somewhere I'd like to go again - Cors Caron.

There's a boardwalk across the peat bog - you leave your bikes here, on these rather nifty bike racks.

Stop to admire the carvings on the gateway...

...then plunge into the bog.

Sadly, I wasn't feeling very well, so we had to truncate our walk.

Never'll wait.

Assorted Wols (sic)

Before I read 'Winnie the Pooh', and long, long before 'Harry Potter'...

...I was very fond of owls.

There's something very special about them...

...and remember...

...."the owl of Minerva spreads its wings only with the falling of the dusk" (Hegel)

Tuesday, August 17

Home Harvest

A few weeks ago I gorged on all these lovely berries... I picked plums and figs. All from the back garden.

Sunday, August 15

Here's looking at you kid!

Adam and I are just back from a break in Wales. On our last day we went to a small breeds farm and owl centre. I fell in love with this pygmy goat kid.

Adam did very well to get some snaps of him, as he didn't stay still for long!