Wales - Aberglasney Gardens

 

Chris and Chris have a membership to Abergasney Gardens

They go about once a month

and it is different

every time.

After the paths through the gardens we went into the walled vegetable

and fruit garden.

Below the house are ponds and

walls, terraces.

We figured

it was time for

lunch. Shrimp jacket potato.

Watched by this cheeky little bird, Robins have really figured out patio dining.

Walk it off on another

woodland trail.

Then we went in the house. There were pictures of what a dilapidated ruin it was before renovation started. The gardens are a work in progress and the bottom floor is finished.

Part of the ruined area was glassed over

and turned into a greenhouse.

The rest of that level is a local craft area (I bought 3 skeins of local wool) and a video and information on the history and restoration.

Wales - walks around the mill

 

Opposite the mill was a small rusty sign that indicated a footpath. I set off but was shortly turned around by a large, aggressive dog at a farm.

So I set off up the road beyond the mill

Another obscure footpath sign but

I was again turned around, this time by a very muddy field.

Ok, stick to the roads, with grass and moss in the middle.

Still things to be seen.

As usual, no shortage of sheep.

A neighbour told Chris that this was an old church but I never got around to exploring it further.

Just a few flowers left in the hedgerows and the occasional blackberry.

We were on Google Maps to show them where I now live and noticed that just up the road from the mill

was a standing stone. It was quite a muddy walk across fields and the weather was definitely iffy

but worth it.

A single, large stone, on a rise, some smaller stones at its base (but they may just have been thrown there when clearing the field)

I always find them wondrous.

Raining somewhere, better head back.

It started to drizzle as we made our way back and we just got in before the downpour started. Of course that is when the lorry driver, delivering new batteries for the turbine, called to say he didn't feel he could drive down their road.

So Chris took the tractor up the road

bought the palett down and

deposited it by the front door, to then trundle them one by one through the house to the turbine room, under the weir.

And yes, Heather, that is an ancient John Deere.

Wales - Burry Port

 Christine's foot was bothering her so she drove me to Burry Port, to wander the harbour, while she sat and sketched in the car.

Her view from the car

with the tide way out and all the boats sitting on the sand.

I walked out past the Yacht Club

to the lighthouse

and it's partner, across the estuary.

There was a very narrow entry to the harbour with, what looked like, a traffic light.

The birds were feeding in the wet sand. I think these little waders are Redshanks.

The gulls were picking up shellfish and dropping them on to the pathways, to break them open and eat the contents, often chased by a crow intent on theft.

There was also one Little Egret

identifiable by its yellow feet.

Narrow entrance, large basin for the bigger boats and 2 smaller basins as well.

This was just one bay east of Llansteffan and Ferryside.

On the far side of the harbour, a Lifeboat Station

But

what happens

when the tide is out? I peered into the building and saw a large orange zodiac and a tractor with huge tires to push it down the ramp, across the sand, and in to the water.