LONGRIDGE FARM - OLD STONES LOVED AGAIN

 

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

ST DAVID’S HEAD WITH TOUR GUIDE STEVE

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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SCOURCES & A SPECIAL THANK YOU TO 

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https://www.pembrokeandmonktonhistory.org.uk/medievalPembroke.html

©Pembroke and Monkton Local History Society

Registered Charity no: 1158530

 

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http://www.pembrokeshirehistoricalsociety.co.uk/treginnis-cross-hypothesis/

©Pembrokeshire Historical Society Karl Johansen’s article.

 

PENDINE IN MY POCKET

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

            

 

 

 

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 11^th 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.

 

 

² 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

THE ISLE OF CONTEMPLATION

I wonder, if we had, in our public spaces and places, more benches and seats on which we could rest and think, would we become a more contemplative race?

 Less than 2 ½ miles from the Georgian kiss-me-quick of Tenby is Caldey island (pop. 40 with a varying number of Cistercian monks). The Cistercians first arrived from Belgium having bought the monastery off Anglican Benedictines in the late 20s. An ecclesiastical Rightmove? -  They ‘found their happy’* and now share it with us. 

 

On Caldey Island there are many benches and seats on which to sit and soak up the magic of this place. 

You arrive by boat, runs every 20 minutes which runs throughout the summer from the quayside in Tenby. The island’s population actually dates from the middle Stone Age and its first Celtic monastery was a set up in the Middle Ages.

 

The current abbey, which to my mind looks like some Sound of Music schloss, is said to be one of the best Arts and Crafts -style buildings in Britain. 

The new abbey: And Arts and Crafts treasure

 

Carpets of thick with flowers under a high sun grace open fields and cliffs. The latter are home to countless migrating birds. Red squirrels were introduced very successfully in 2018 once the rats have been done away with. 

 

Caldey is lovely place to visit and my immediate thought when getting off the return boat, Tenby quay, which when can I go again.

 

Leaving Caldey

 

*Rightmove helps home-movers find their happy in new campaign -  Drum Magazine APRIL 22, 2014

Two weeks later after the trip: To the Caldey Lighthouse: oil on paper 30 x 40 cm

CAIRO’S FABRIC UNRAVELS

Don't it always seem to go

That you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone?

They paved paradise, put up a parking lot.

 

        Album: Ladies of the Canyon (1970)

        Joni Mitchell Copyright

 

This album was released  the year I left school. I recalled  these lines the other day when reading an article in The Week magazine a précis of a piece from the National (Abu Dhabi)

 

Cairo Nile houseboat residents clamber to save homes from demolition order.

By Kamal Tabikha  Cairo  Jun 30, 2022,   FULL ARTICLE LINK. 

 

“This is my home, my only home. I built it myself and I thought it would be my last home,” said prominent Egyptian novelist and literary figure Ahdaf Soueif, 72, who lives on a Kit Kat houseboat.

 

The article tells of the gross development along the banks of the Nile in Cairo. It took me back for I was lucky enough to work in Cairo on several occasions when I was at the BBC and Microsoft.

 

Tabikha's article tells of the magnificent Nile houseboats (19^th century) being towed away and destroyed to make way for waterfront development. Early on. Earlier on the Egyptian government has also stopped boats playing their trade crossing the river.

 

I thank God that I was in Cairo, across 2009 - 2012  to witness the magic of the Nile, free all this development. I made several of drawings at the time and a successful monoprint in 2011. 

 

Doubtless with all this change the modern visitors visitor will not miss much.

 

WALKING WITH STEVE – YOU’LL NEVER GET LOST.

Discovering the Pembroke Coast: 

Siân and I believe in making discoveries in the hands of experts. This week we and my cousin Wendy went on a walk across the headlands near Porthgain on the Pembrokeshire Coast. Our expert was Steve Jones, a fully qualified Lowland Walk Leader. 

 

Historian, naturalist, photographer and cartographer (twenty years with the OS no less) Steve is someone who quietly shares his huge knowledge of the coastal path hereabouts.

 

We started and finished in Porthgain. 

 

He began with a talk, down on the quay, charting the rich history of the village-port; slate mining, brick making and granite crushing. All this was shipped from the harbour.

 

Out of the harbour we scampered (!) up a set of steep steps and onto the headland. The apparitions of Porthgain’s industries are readily apparent, derelict buildings and walls, evidence of trams and trains.

 

Glorious weather, gorse, flowers and bird calls and cries beat out our steps. At each turn another gem of info from Tour Guide Steve. Barley fields to our left waved us on. Vertiginous drops on our right to seas or beaches far below.

 

And it was busy. Walkers of all ages were on the coastal path, as busy as a Saturday afternoon in Waitrose. Well not quite. Everyone greeted us as they passed by, everyone full of smiles and joy at being here.(Unlike Waitrose)

 

At one point about, halfway through the walk, we stopped and looked down; into the Blue Lagoon at Abereiddi. This was former slate mine until 1910. Now in this weather a perfect spot for a dip.

 

From the hamlet of Abereiddi you can return to Porthgain in an hour. Siân and I visited Abereiddi before, however this was a new view. Looking down onto the few cottages set  behind a huge amphitheatre of fields and farms. Quite remarkable.  

 

The return walk was inland. Nonetheless beguiling; Steve led us along paths through gorse and heather, small fields of corn, red campion, sea campion and kidney vetch. 

 

A marvellous four hours. And now we are casting about for the excuse to do another walk with Steve.

 

If you want to really discover the incredible St David’s peninsula in North Pembrokeshire walk with Steve Jones. The first step is here: https://www.peninsulaguides.co.uk

Since the trip, More drawings ! ....