Tag: wales

Pulling a lens on Sully Beach…

Pulling a lens on Sully Beach…

It’s taken me a while to come out of my shell, having been rumbled for coordinating my outfits with all the exciting locations of Glamorganshire in Fossil Hunting in Wales.¬†Well, here are some snaps from my point of view, including one of Java and her […]

Fossil Hunting in Wales

Fossil Hunting in Wales

On a blustery day recently, Jon, my dad and I went fossil hunting at Sully beach. Jon discovered (what looked like) a dinosaur’s claw, my dad found a fossil shell and I went and found a cliff with some daffodils to look out over. Jon […]

Spring Forward

Spring Forward

It’s been nearly a month since I last wrote… apologies. March was a month of many unexpected changes, resulting in Jon and I packing up our pieces and spending some time in and around Barcelona with friends before heading to the UK to spend some time with my dad in Wales.

So far this Spring, Jon and I have been doing a lot of the following: driving along endless rainy roads in our van, celebrating the glorious birthday of dearest life-long friends, taking morning walks to the nearby village to fetch food and a brief internet connection at the cafe on the square, spending time with a very pregnant friend and waving her and her partner off on their Easter holidays before the birth, running the Tin Cup shop from the back of the van, listening to the ringing of cow bells in the afternoon lull, setting up an online shop for our friend’s leather craft business (more on this soon!), re-discovering a deep love for Buddy Holly and endlessly discussing thoughts, adventures, and personal endeavours.

A few things we’re looking forward to doing this coming spring: eating fish and chips on the pebbly Welsh coast, digging up and planting seeds in my dad’s garden, walking in the Brecon Beacons, having crumpets with Marmite and a poached egg for breakfast on Sunday mornings, re-visiting favourite charity shops and discovering new car-boot sales, adding tons more new stock to the Tin Cup shop, seeing friends and celebrating more 30th birthdays, sitting at the table in my dad’s front room (the kind with furniture that’s covered in plastic for when special guests arrive) and spending time doing things I’ve been putting off for too long….

Above all, it is Spring: time to start messing about in boats. Anyone fancy taking a rowing boat around a park pond with me?

`Believe me, my young friend, there is NOTHING–absolute nothing–half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats. Simply messing,’ he went on dreamily: `messing–about–in–boats; messing—-‘

Rat in ‘The Wind in the Willows‘ by Kenneth Grahame

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