Sunday 21 August 2022



Longridge Farm built in 1809


I cycled down the track to have a look. White, grey, umber, blue, sienna, yellow, two-hundred year old stones basking in the afternoon sun.


Dogs that greet you and are keen to make friends. A farm once neglected but now loved to distraction by D & N. I was caught up in the tangible pride of their ambitions and affections for this place. Practical changes big and small are made here every day.


And a welcome for a stranger who is in awe of the undertaking but no longer a stranger. Scooped up in the sheer joy of this place. 


And sounds. As I draw insects buzz, incessant swallow and bees. 


And a grunt?

Oh yes, it is either Florence, Flora or perhaps Felicity, three pigs walk up to greet us.

The chickens are far too busy to say hello to anybody this afternoon. No so the geese, and one is bound to lay the egg that shines I am sure. As bold as brass they approach me. Then with guardsmen’s precision follow me. Just to make sure.


Slate new and old glistens in the sun. The dairy parlour and attendant buildings are being given a new lease of life. All designed for cows and calves to be happy when they arrive. Imagine, will then the milk be champagne?


Longridge, full of purpose and a pleasure a this strange keen to chronicle this transformation.

The new owners are custodians with huge ambitions and affections for this place

Sunday 14 August 2022


A favourite place of William, Duke of Clarence

Out on the headlands again with map maker and professional guide Steve Jones. High sun and temperatures to match. Dust on the coastal path turning the thistle heads a threatening grey. 


Lots of people wearing very little, room enough for all and everyone greets everyone and makes way. 


We look out to sea. The coast at low tide, rock formations of blue, pink and grey slither down into an impossible turquoise water.


Off Ramsey Island, smaller isles romantic names; Bishops and Clerks eight islands to the west. Bitches Rocks, a reef that stretches to Ramsey Sound, a notorious stretch of water that have been unfaithful to too many sailors. On a spring tide the tidal race can reach 18 knots.   


Across these Pembrokeshire waters came traders from the Middle ages: Iron France, northern Spain and the Forest of Dean.  The West Country also provided apples, pears and walnuts. Woad was transported from Picardy to dye cloth. Exported where locally produced hides, salt-fish, butter, cheese, corn and wool.1


These traders may have landed in Whitesands Bay. Now White Sands is crowded with holiday makers, spread out like chicken fillets on the world’s largest griddle.


Turning inland and we walk a steep narrow path, part of which is Marsh or would be normally.  On top we gain a track and see a house and farm bounded by telegraph poles: Upper Treleddyn Farmhouse. A favourite place of William, Duke of Clarence, in the years before his accession as King William IV in 1830. He’d pop quite often to visit his mistress, Dorothy Bland, aka the London actress Mrs. Jordan.2

The coast at low tide, rock formations of blue, pink and grey slither down into an impossible turquoise water.

We are walking distance from St David’s Cathedral now and ah, there’s the car. This has been another brilliant walk with Steve, as he carefully unlocks the nature, history and landscape of ground he knows so well. And, again, can hardly wait for the next one.





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©Pembrokeshire Historical Society Karl Johansen’s article.


Thursday 11 August 2022


Pendine in my Pocket. An affectionate photo essay.

Schools out, down to the beach, from July and on into August Pendine buzzes. 

"I must go down to the sea again" - Walter de la Mere


There’s a jolly man in a fluorescent yellow vest who will let you park on the beach for a fiver. The R.N.L.I Baywatch team are down there before you, with the safe bathing flags flattering.

A very jolly man, give him a fiver.

Liam, Maisy and Harry in case of need.


Ice creams for sale. 

The ice cream van cruises slowly along the beach back-and-forth 

so you don’t have to hike for your 99 Flake. 

Cornetto Centrale


Pendine is a place to gather, who are those people with cones on their heads? 

Perhaps it is a special conical celebration? 

Conical Carnival 

All things considered


Everyone appears to transport huge amounts of kit to establish their account for the day.

These operational bases create a kaleidoscope of primary and pastel shades. And, if you have forgotten anything, there are several shops that will provide what you might of left it home. 


The Pendine Holiday Park swells as people have booked their week or fortnight.

“We've got a stunning range of brand new caravans on park, with lots of fantastic modern features for you and your family to enjoy”. Proclaims Parkdean’s website. 

Year round - fantastic modern features 


Tell-tale accents indicate visitors have come from somewhere away. Low water and the rock pools entertain. High water? and well it’s nice to cool off and catch up.

"Eer, Gerald, did I leave the gas on?"

Ladies who layer up 


Summer becomes autumn, more layers are needed. Driftwood is collected for the annual November 5th bonfire. 

Someone's towel? 

The Laundrette closes for the season and looks even more forlorn than usual. Local school kids shivering wetsuits but still go into the sea. 

Just wrap up warm


So Pendine, with its six miles of beach is place for all seasons. 

Wrap up warm out of season and go beach combing. 

You can admire the constructions of rock, wood and rope that would flatter the premises of any Mayfair gallery.

"In order to promote geometric understanding, teachers frequently use hands-on activities. Such activities can be used to expound upon the declarative statements and theorems of geometry".*

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Rock, wood and rope





Sunday 7 August 2022

Sweet Cardigan

Along the side of a low stone wall that runs along the River 2Teifi, are carved these words in Welsh.


Like a salt rain, like a cosy breeze, like homesick, like dawn and the sunset, there is a farewell and return together in this river.1


The River Teifi is still tidal reach when passes through Cardigan town. A Norman castle (every town on the coast and close inland has one in Wales) was built in the late 11th century. Its site was the place of the country’s first national Eisteddfod.


Cardigan is a welcoming place with car park ticket machines that work. The town was awash with people, in and out of shops along a busy and delightful main street. 


We enjoyed a drink in the Grosvenor Tavern by the bridge over the river. Whilst sitting outside in the sun we saw those words in the stone parapet. 

I asked the barman what the words meant in English; he didn’t know. However at the far end of the pub sat a man with his pint and he looked up from his book and provided me with the translation1.



The River Teifi (Welsh: Afon Teifi forms the boundary for most of its length between the counties of Ceredigion and Carmarthenshire, and for the final 3 miles (4.8 km) of its total length of 76 miles (122 km), the boundary between Ceredigion and Pembrokeshire. Its estuary is northwest of Cardigan. SOURCE WIKIPEDIA. Text is available under the Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike License 3.0