We have two grandchildren staying with us for the rest of the month and anything and everything possible to go to for free or cheap (art/museum/craft/swimming…) we’ll be going to it. There really is an amazing amount of things put on for free.
7pm tonight at Maenclochog Village Hall, Preseli, West Wales, there’s a skill share on bread making. It’s a pay what you can afford donation (which I struggle with working out the amount, so judging that the Cheerful Project is £2, that’s what I put in the pot).
Here’s the French lesson:
P.S. Another reason to bake your own bread, as I’ve just read: ‘L-Cysteine is an ingredient derived from human and animal hair and it’s used to prolong the shelf-life of some supermarket breads. This amino acid can also be extracted from chicken and duck feathers as well as cow horns.’
“Normal” isn’t mine and whoever owns it can keep the ugly thing well away from Bexy, and actually they can stuff it where the sun don’t shine! Bexy just doesn’t even like doing things that others say is how it “Should be done…” and makes up her own ideas and traditions to follow or not… Letting the day and each moment flow with kindness, the energy available and a bit o’ whatever.
Anyways, this year I walked once around the stone circle of Gors Fawr during the day of the solstice, high fived my son who had walked the other clockwise way, walked over and sat on the dreaming stone whilst he made a wish. I wondered if the person putting up the tent needed to know about the adders and pondered if there would be rubbish left. I hoped the sun didn’t make people poorly, especially the kids. We then got in the car, drove a short distance just so I could leave a few sweetpea flowers on what I call the “Laying down stone” which is laying flat and large enough to lay on (hence name). This is situated in another field away from the stone circle. Anyways, sheep soon trundled off as I put my fresh flowers on its little front ledge and thankfully noticed that none had left their underwear this time for the poor creatures to choke on!
Today is the present day of making political choices. Just a [ X ] between this or that. I am voting with what I know now, based on a few thoughts formulated on what I perceive from ideas of a past and not what I will know later (this is a fact for all of us).
Past [Present] Future
We seem to be going through a spot of different types of > rain < here in Wales.
If you go to Carmarthen, Caffi Iechyd Da is the cafe to pop into, trust me I’ve done the reconnaissance. And what had Caffi Iechyd Da got in my order of my priority yesterday:
- Clean hands
- Good veggie food
- Accurate till work
- Swift polite service 🙂
So, let me tell you all about my recce. I wanted to test out two cafes I hadn’t yet been in, in Carmarthen. I’m typing it up in reverse order, with Caffi Iechyd Da typed up first as it was a grand quick visit and I want to share the pleasant experience. The other cafe I first went in before, well that will be a totally separate blog and should appear directly after this one.
So, let’s start with Caffi Iechyd Da, a pleasant memory in the middle of yesterday, of being out, not having to drive into Carmarthen myself and a real treat to be with my lovely grown up kids. Situated down a busy alley called Jacksons Lane, Carmarthen, I walked in and there was happy looking customers (always a good sign) and it was homely and full of character. I was greeted straight away politely, I looked at the board and ordered soup to take away. The friendly waitress asked what bread I would like with it, naming all sorts and I said “surprise me” and “vegan”… after only a few minutes I had paid and got the right change and left with the goodies. Oh and even though it had only took a few minutes to arrive (I timed it on my phone) yet the sweet waitress apologised for the delay, explaining that they don’t use a microwaves, but cook the soup over a hob [excellent choice me thinks]. It arrived in a really hot tall starch cup (ethical), wrapped in a serviette so as not to burn my hand (thoughtful). I had to catch up with my lovelies, so didn’t try it straight away until sat in the car. It was yummy, thick veggie soup, with chunks of root veg in for texture. Served with wedges of wholesome yet not too dense bread with a little soil association organic standard logo on it, with marg on, in a brown paper bag. Happy me, very happy me. 🙂 I will be coming to see you again. Thank you Caffi Iechyd Da (I know I’ve lived here for many years now, but I’m not fluent at Welsh, so I am guessing now that “Iechyd Da” means good health in Welsh, perhaps? We can all guess “Caffi” 🙂
Well my lovelies, you have until February 24th 2015 to catch the exhibition of paintings from Helen Absalom in the Stables Courtyard Gallery, National Botanical Garden, Llanarthne, Carmarthenshire Wales SA32 8HN and today their website says they’re currently open every day: October -> March
Anyways, I think you could enjoy the paintings of bees, two are “Rainbow Bees” which symbolise hope for the future of bees and their environment, the one I like most is bees on a sunflower, but so as not to spoil it for you, I only give you some petals to be going on with.
Current entrance fee: Adults £8.50 OAPS £7.00 Children (5-16) £4.50 Under 5s Free!! Family (2 Adults & up to 4 children) £21.00
Covering part of the main island of “Great Britain”.
Bordered by England to its east, the Irish Sea to its north and west, and the Bristol Channel to its south.
Geologically diverse, Wales has a history of mining slate, gold, various metal ores and coal, thus supporting the industrial revolution.
Having over 500 castles, a beautiful coastal path, mountains, clean beaches, cliffs full of birds, the best country and woodland walks, with a National Park, Wales is a great visitor attraction.
Now unless you work in a canteen, a pub, have an addiction to fizzy pop or know someone who has, creating this greenhouse is going to take time. So you best start collecting those 2 litre plastic pop bottles now, but you “only” need about 2,000.
This is an image of the bottle greenhouse in the walled garden, taken from one of my many photos from visiting the National Botanical Garden of Wales.