
Now have Richie S. Peeps – all black, and whilst a bit more timid than the other two, he’s just as inquisitive.
Isn't he lovely!
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This blog is a bit late for the end of November, but who’s counting … Jeff & I had a very interesting trip to the Houses of Parliament early November, as lunch guests of our MP, Geraint Davies. We then went into the public gallery in the House of Commons, where the MPs were discussing various issues concerning the Welsh Government. We also managed a visit to the House of lords, to hear the tail end of a debate about TV advertising. I was surprised how interesting I found it, but it probably helped that I could relate to both matters. And the Lords still has some great traditions like the speaker sitting on the Woolsack, and at the end of the session proceeding out behind the mace. Well worth a visit if you are that way inclined. 
very similar, both black & white.
Just a few days away over half term break and yet again in Mid Wales but with a difference … we stayed in Barmouth, not Tywyn. Had a pleasant drive, and found a road we’ve never been on before from Brecon up to Newbridge-on-Wye. Finally over Nat y Moch Reservoirs with its fine views of Cardigan Bay in the distance as you drive down the other side.
ed the co-owner was playing his sax, and persuaded me to sing. Did Fever which went down very well despite, or possibly because of, all the interesting words I made up!)
walking instead (“surely not?” you all cry in unison!) Firstly just round Barmouth, with a ferry trip over to & back from Penryn Point. And the next day we used a book from the B&B and picked a walk which was, needless to say, one of the shor test, easiest, and all on the flat, but with the possibilities for seeing birds - we were lucky enough to see some Jays, and more unusually Reed Bunting in winter plumage.
o me we went via Penmaenpool, a good vantage point for birds on the river where it is still tidal, which was very evident and we’d certainly never seen the banks so flooded before. And of course we dropped in on the Talyllyn Railway, Wharf Station to be precise. Saw Edward Thomas pull in whilst we sipped coffee, sitting on the platform in the sunshine.
50th. Had a good natter with Ged, Sean & Mickey, and a few words with Lynda but she was busy circulating. Even had a dance – our ‘usual’ Dance the Night Away by the Mavericks (did they do anything else?!) Didn’t stay too late as had an early start.
to get to Leicester by 10.45, and actually made it in time for a quick coffee before setting off for the venue, to enjoy one of the loveliest weddings I have ever been to. The day finished with a ceilidh, and Jeff persuaded me to dance more than once. On the final one he managed to trip me up (not difficult as this was copious amounts of wine and lager later!) Still got the bruises to prove it!
ravelodge half way between Leominster & Ludlow, with a short stop at the churhc in Tenbury Wells where Mum & Dad were married. It promised a pub opposite, unfortunately yet another casualty in the long line of pub closures, so it was the Little Chef instead but with a very passable bottle of red wine so not all bad. Monday, home via Ludlow for a coffee stop & a walk round, and a short stop off at the church in then a quick visit to Cherry in Gloucester, long enough for Jeff to set up her ‘new’ PC and printer. And finally home, phew!
The invites were sent out a while ago, some by e-mail, some by post, some by hand. Over the last few years you may have noticed that I use a picture of a flower – usually one taken in our garden – for the invitations.
There are some holidays that are average, and some that are a downright disaster from start to finish, but fortunately last week we had the one that was mostly magic.
no other reason I now find it a great place to chill out & relax. We’ve done B&B, hotels, camping, but over the last few years we’ve hired a caravan at the same site at Rhydyronen right next to the Talyllyn Railway, so we even have steam trains to enjoy – now what more can you ask!
. True, it’s not as spectacular or magnificent as the Swiss Alps or Rockies, but it is just simply beautiful. And yes, it does rain a lot (and there’s nothing worse than a day of fine drizzle with low mountain cloud obliterating the scenery!) but the rain just makes the scenery that more green & lush, and when the sun does come out it’s really worth the wait. And as well as the scenery (and no I'm not being paid by the Welsh Tourist Board, honest!) you have castles & gardens, sheep & cattle, birds & wild flowers ...
this week one of the best – started a bit chilly and a lot overcast, but gradually the rain and high winds went away and our last day was bathed in sunshine with a truly amazing sunset, which we watched overlooking Cardigan Bay at Barmouth.
talking with a friendly couple (who for some reason had an inflatable kangaroo!) and after eating strolled back and took some fine evening shots of the bridge, and Tower of London. Finally back to the Minories, a pub just a few yards from our Travelodge.
passing the partially built Olympic Stadium on the way to Stratford & back – Jeff has put in a number of bids from synchronised diving to archery, and the opening / closing ceremonies. We stopped off at Canary Wharf, had a meal - nice bar, shame abut the food! - then went to Bank station near Threadneedle Street, and walked back to the Minories and a relatively early night.
so very warm). Very pretty architecture and pleasant strolling round, managing to squeeze in a couple of beers, of course. Walked back – interestingly the boulevard near the station almost all Moroccan men outside their bars & shops. One final drink opposite the station, and an uneventful trip back. Before it got dark, back in London for one last bit of sightseeing. We found Florin Court which is used in Poirot series as the block of flats where he lives, and a quick beer in the pub, Sutton Arms, round the corner. Back to Tower Hill to another pub, The Cheshire Cheese, that we had passed the previous night, for some beers and a late snack – they were actually civilised enough to be serving food til 10!
40 for a fairly weak & tasteless pint! But fortunately it was made worthwhile by the most delicious pizza we’ve had in a long time in a little Italian restaurant on Whitehall.
along, and a buzzard went for a walk in a field right next to us - no, I don’t know why they do this either! Plus in woodland one of my favou
rites,
OK I’m exaggerating but the number of times I’ve heard conductors in the past go on, and on, and on … well you get the picture, about breathing, or rather not breathing. I have thought on many an occasion that this could be slightly counterproductive as the choir one by one drops to the floor through passing out, so I have come up with a simple (but probably totally frowned upon) solution – breath whenever and wherever you like!
to my final thought on this subject (for today at least). Oh what fun we can have when the weather forecasters get it wrong. It’s more than 20 years ago but we still hark back to Michael Fish when he patronisingly assured a viewer that no hurricane was on its way. Since then he has tried to make out his words were taken out of context - apparently he was referring to Florida. Unfortunately for him it matters not if this is true because for Jill & Jo Public watching the forecast on TV he got it well & truly wrong!