The landscape in Pembrokeshire is dramatic, windswept & quiet.
The Pembrokeshire coastline is the only UK coastal national park, and (I hope) from these photos you can see why.
We walked for a few hours and saw no man, just wild ponies & moo cows. Of course, the thing with wild animals is that they are marvellously stubborn. The three ponies huffed loudly, pawing the ground. Our horse communication failed to budge them from the footpath. So, we ended up walking alarmingly close to the cliff edge, trying to avoid a shoe full of horse shit.
Horse attack & near death incidents successfully avoided we marched on along the cliff, until we made it round the bay to beautiful Musselwick Sands.
Update: come check out my adventures in Sweden and beyond over on Instagram. ⚓
Sunday started as all Sundays should: with pancakes.
After several heaped plates of crispy bacon, berries & maple syrup pancakes I started to think my gravestone would read, "Death by Pancakes". Deliriously full, the breakfast table topic of conversation turned to whether anyone had died just from pancakes. We concluded a firm probably.
Groaning with fullness we rolled out the door, up the hill, through the woods and walked with the pups along the wheat fields.
The vivid yellow fields of rapeseed are a familiar sight across the countryside. And I'm lucky enough to have one (pretty much) in my back garden.
I always end up losing, & then chasing the dogs along the rows of yellowness.
Rapeseed has become the fastest growing segment of the oil market & it's starting to feed more & more of us & less cattle.
Unfortunately I don't love the stuff, the fertiliser stinks. But the fields are always so sunny & bright plus my ma (and Raymond Blanc) swear by it for roast potatoes. And they're the best roast 'tatoes I've ever eaten.
Coat. Check.
Wellies. Check.
Mens Hoodie. Check.
It was pretty early in the morning but com'on it's nearly July! I went out dressed for ruddy November.
We walked the dogs along the river pretending it was sunny and that it looked a little more like this.
Scooby didn't bat an eyelid at the drizzly weather, and decided to leap straight into the river at full throttle. I think his highlights of the walk included finding the nearest bit of river driftwood and narrowly avoiding decapitation via a rower's blade. (I'd be pretty pleased with my day if I dodged decapitaion too)
And Elvie? Not so pleased or content. She's a bit of an old gal and just wanted her bed. Nothing new there.
And as for the sun... well I think I got this one covered. I spent Sunday afternoon doing a sun dance with my six year old cousin.
It was pretty inventive. I don't think the sun gods have seen this piece before. I think it might just work...*checks BBC weather*
What did you get up to this weekend?
Saturday was spent walking, sunbathing, attempting to speak horse (he wasn't havin' any of it), eating ice cream, drinking juice, directing walkers (we must look like local country folk...) & looping daisies up.
Dogs leapt into the river chasing their sticks downstream. People fished, kayaked, sunbathed, cycled and strolled their way along the meander of the waterway.
Everything's just that little bit better when the sun shines, eh.
Spring, is finally here! BBC weather has sustained double figures for at least a week. C and I went for a leisurely walk and it was blllisss. The sky was blue with bouncy cotton clouds, the sun shone and we were armed with our sunglasses.
As you can see the crops are green and growing fast, every time we go for a walk we notice them standing a little bit taller, prouder, fatter.
