Those were the days…
You don’t stumble upon your heritage. It’s there, just waiting to be explored and shared Robbie Robertson Bryn Eryr ironage farmstead. Picture from the St Fagan’s website Life can be […]
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Behaving badly
He lay on his chair with his hands clasped above his paunch not reading, or sleeping, but basking like a creature gorged with existence To the Lighthouse, Virginia Woolf Gin […]
My Wales…three walks
A woman is as young as her knees Mary Quant * I somehow think that Ms Quant had something else in mind when she said that – more to do […]
at home in the hills 