The Bed and Breakfast is open all year but this Blog will be continued in the Spring 2020
Autumn is so beautiful here.
It's almost as if it knows winter is coming soon so wants to give us a very special gift.
The colours are truly spectacular. Not only the trees but the ground cover of grasses, rotted leaves and other decaying debris.
Mushrooms abound including ourfavourite the cep or penny bun as many people call them. Chanterelles continue annually to crop up in a favourite spot, they go deliciously with scrambled egg and fried potatoes.
I have not bought an apple or a tomato for the last 2 months due to the abundance here.
Halloween was very quiet for the first time this year. No spooky visitors. This reflects the continuing decline in children in our village.
The harvest festival celebration was a lot of fun. Apart from winning 20 cans of beer in the raffle, we were entertained by the National Library of Wales choir and their super dynamic conductor whose name escapes me
We are deep in to summer.
July was another dry month broken later by some spectacular storms.
The sea seems warmer this year and on hot sunny days playing in the high crashing waves is a sport in itself. Also getting used to a snorkel and face mask as I peruse the sea shore.
My gourds are coming along although my tomatoes are lagging a bit. My newish mini green house served well my lettuces but now look sadly vacant, having eaten them all.
We have had almost 4 weeks of dry weather.
The hedgerows are now full of wild flowers and the fields full of buttercups. On the northern slopes deep coloured blue bells carpet the slopes.
In my newish mini green house , lettuces are in abundance but, my new herb plot is struggling.
Tomato plants can now be set outside.
The farmer, Alwen has had some success with 5-6 calves bred for this year. Although he seems to have adopted a small motherless lamb which he now calls George.
The forecast is dry for the "Fire in the Mountain" festival which we can all be thankful for.
The weekend cycle event was again a big success. But windy on the Sunday meant many struggled around the 50k country course.
We had a first taste of Spring.
2 days of it.
We were the warmest place in the UK and reached the national news.
So, shorts and sandcastle time.
Of course March 1st is St David's Day.
David being the Patron Saint of Wales. We always celebrate it with and evening of cawl and music organised effortlessly by the Merched Y Wawr.
Cawl, a lamb and root veg dish served in large bowls in the village hall. Apple pie and tea for afters.
This year the music was a bit special. 3 generation of harpists , Grandma, Mum and daughter. All three entertained us with lyrical , and at times, the most hypnotic of sounds. beautiful.
A real treat for the packed throng of villagers.