Wasn’t expecting this. An evening with Robert and Jackie in support of
Sobel House. Beautiful, humbling, challenging, inspiring. Possibly mindset changing.
The awesome Band of Hope (renowned third best band in Wallingford, apparently) at the Boat House during Bunkfest.
Down to the boat house and back for a drink.
Evening paddle down the Thames to the Boat House with Fay.
year ago things were a little different. Progress and a lot learnt. Useful if we’re ever to do something like this again. Which we’re not.
Q Acoustics in the house.
Q Acoustics in the house. on flickr.
Happy anniversary lovely fay. His and hers ginger bread houses for a ginger and a baldie.
Happy anniversary lovely fay. His and hers ginger bread houses for a ginger and a baldie. on flickr.
The amazing and ever changing view from the last house in Padstow. Other views
Getting there with the wiring. If only BT could deliver the bits as fast as they can fly around the house.
A teenager is in the house!
It doesn’t feel like it at the moment, but we are making progress. Slowly.
First, there was a house.
Then there was an incident.
And after, less house than before.
The beginning of a seating area down by the
shed Fay’s studio. At the moment it’s just a muddy hole. A muddy hole that Ewok loves and is slowly moving into the house, one muddy paw at a time.
White Shed | Shed 4 | Shed 3 | Shed 2 | Where did the pond go?]
A most marvellous walk from the Farm House (a most excellent last-minute find from lovely Fay) to “the city” as F called it, or Llangrannog to the rest of the world.
For such a long distance hike many rest stops were required.
But the destination was well worth the effort.
chicks. This time in a proper bird box. There’s new bird life everywhere this year: garage, holly tree, rosemary bush. bird house, bird box, loft, ivy, hedge…
Wettest April for 100 years? Luvly. Time for a paddle from Benson Lock…
…to Wallingford Bridge.
Record time too!
Hurst Castle for the day: a mile-and-a-half walk from Milford-on-Sea along the spit (with a hello to Norman and Zoë along the way).
Ewok slept well.
The beginning and the end of yesterday across the fields around the house.
I could grow slowly old contentedly here.
The woodpecker was after the eggs, and made a real mess of the bird house in the process.
But mum and dad seemed to cope okay with the larger entrance.
and the chicks flew!
We’re grandparents at last.
Visitors from Google: this probably isn’t the post you were expecting.
Don’t worry, I’ll forget your IP address.
Breakie for champions (or just Aiddy & Mart) after a restful night (ignoring the herc at 150ft) in the camping field at
Cantref Adventure Farm and Bunkhouse.
Before setting off down the lane towards the mountains.
The bright spring morning with clear blue skies had obviously unsettled the locals who, knowing that hikers expect it to rain when in Wales, instantly sprang into action, seeding some low level clouds to make us feel at home during the hike up through the foothills.
We saw some sheep too – another unusual sight for this part of the world.
The path up to Pen Y Fan was clearly marked
and in next to no time we were up at the top, with next to no one else around. Except that is for the UKs teenage population “doing DofE” and two crazy polish mountain bikers.
Not content with just one peek, we bagged Crybin and Fan Y Big (or was it Big Y Fan?)
before skirting Craig Cwareli which dropped us right into the lovely village of Llanfrynach…
…and the pub for a well deserved pint of Brains.
the pub was shut.
Next time we’ll ring ahead and check before hiking 14-odd miles and up (and down) 3,800 feet for a drink.
Top hike. Cheers Mart.
A winter sunset across the field in front of the house. At the end of a stormy day like this you can watch those cloud shapes changing for hours.
Stuff on a ship rounding Colehouse Point from the Lower Hope heading towards Gravesend Reach on the River Thames.
H & F made the most by turning the garden into a sledge park.
Down the road from the “holiday house” was lovely Horseshoe Bay. A little chilly with the breeze blowing and the snow falling.
Some nice wave action too. But not enough swell to surf the kayak.