Welsh Weekend

Friday night was a rush to the west, stopping in Newport to pick up the husband from the hospital (where he works) and head to Pembrokeshire to our little hideaway, love shack, shelter from the storm, what-you-will cottage in New Moat.  It has’t got a moat, old or new, but it would seem it needs one as a neighbour there has been flooded and has had to build a wall to stem the tide.  Bloody relentless rain.

“I’ll light the fire, you put the flowers in the vase..”  Sod that, I’ll light the fire, you open the wine, get the pizza in the oven and let’s get this weekend on the road.

Pizza and wine later our lovely neighbour Andrea (fabulous artist and hostess extraordinaire) popped by with more wine and stayed for a gossip and catch up.

So far so perfect.  This is the nature of our weekends in New Moat.  Roaring fires, good red wine (defined as good by Russell if it has a “basket”, by which he means metallic net, around it – he’s American you know), starlit silent nights, crazy birds doing their thing, seaside walks, conversations with interesting neighbours and friends.  It almost sounds like an ad for soulmates ‘likes…roaring fires, wine, blah blah.  Anyway – clichéd or not, it never fails to revive and inspire me.  Here are a few pictures taken this weekend.

Old Salty on New Gale Sands

New Gale Sands, big waves with spume going mad and surfers going madder

Doorway to heaven, aka Lletty Wen (say it lloud, say it welshlly)

 

Andrea’s palette

works in progress in Andrea’s kitchen

 

bird feeder through Andrea’s window