One of the many nice things about where we stayed in Wales, was that it wasn’t far from the seaside.
In this case Aberaeron
, where the brightly painted houses remind me of harbour towns in Scotland.
The old harbourmaster’s house was particularly fine.
There were some nice boats in the marina…
…and I really admired the chutzpah of calling such a small boat ‘The African Queen’.
I think some thespians must live here.
The day we visited a special horse festival was going on (which made it very difficult to park).
I’m not sure how much the donkeys enjoyed it.
I was in a CRAP mood today (an excess of belly dancing?) – so we went for a walk. This meant I could wear my NEW SHOES (£10 from Lidl). I must point out that my trousers aren’t really that short, I am pulling them up to show off my socks.
Before I went to college, a friend of my brother advised me to make friends with Port Meadow and Christchurch Meadow, as they will always be there for you, even when everyone else has moved on.
Huw and I used to have a tramp round Port Meadow at least once a week, and it kept me sane in a mad, little goldfish bowl. It’s reassuringly unchanging.
The cows are still there.
The river bank is eroding quite a bit though.
The geese paraded their chicks on the water……
….and on the bank. It was interesting to see how many different sizes of chick there were.
And there are the horses of course – I’ve never seen a spotty one like this one before.
For a person who professes not to like having their picture taken the Boy sure does pose a lot!
These cosws seemed to be adopting the Roman military tactic of the tortoise
The wind was up and the sailors were out.
And I couldn’t resist a close up of the ivy and this nice rusty thing.
The canoists were having fun – although there was many a cry of “can we have our ball back please?”.
This chap wasn’t having a good day. Just after I took this he mananged to knock the keel off.
And had to tow into land, while the cows giggled.
Here is my new car….sadly not, but there’s obviously money in boat yards.
The wind was making life difficult for this punt. That said, I haven’t seen a punt in Port Meadow since I took part in the circular round Oxford punt challenge – that was quite a day.
The path to the Perch still looks very inviting. I seem to recall that we would often make it this far and no further!
This was one very HAPPY hound.
Ah The Trout – refurbed and very pricey, but a welcome sight none the less.
Peacocks are show offs!
Realised that I hadn’t included my cutest shot! The horses used by the mounted police in Florence wear little leather shoes to protect their hooves from the cobbles!
I was reminded as one of my nicest work colleagues is back from maternity leave. As well as two sprogs, she has a new Jack Russell puppy and a SHETLAND PONY. The latter, Barney, is “everything you don’t want in a man – short, bad tempered and ginger. And he tries to shag your leg all the time”. Unlike a man, the pony can be gelded 8-).