Where I am now – five minutes from my front door. Church Doors on the Pembrokeshire Coast Path
My notifications tab tells me that I have been here for a year.
A lot has happened in that year….. but, then again, maybe not so much.
I’ve moved 400 miles west and yet still waiting to move another 200 miles north.
I’ve travelled to places I’ve never visited before and yet I’ve spent most of the year in a place that has become so familiar.
I’ve spent a lot of time driving from family member to family member and to old friends, but in between I’ve passed many days in this one place, a long, long way from everyone I know.
I started this blog to keep my interest in writing and photography alive…. I’m not sure either has developed very much further but the hearts are still beating strongly! As a result I’ve been fascinated, amused, occasionally saddened, educated, heartened and encouraged. Many of you reading this have become familiar to me and some of you have kept me going over the past year.
This place has been my salvation over the past few weeks. It’s not very impressive from the outside but if you look beyond the functional exterior you will have some idea of the views to be had from the inside.
I’ve been swimming here three times a week since the New Year. The pool looks out over Carmarthen Bay and on a good day, on to the headlands in the distance. In the other direction Caldey Island sits firmly in the waters of the bay, often looking more like an extension of the mainland rather than a separate entity.
I love swimming…. I’m not a fitness freak or an exercise junkie ….. I don’t do the gym or cycle or run but I am partial to a walk in the fresh air – and swimming. At the moment, owing to problems with my knees, I find swimming the easier option. I am not a fast swimmer, or a powerful swimmer or a very gainly swimmer but it makes me feel good. I’m an Aquarian and I know that’s an air sign but I definitely have an affinity with water – although rather than carrying the water I am happy to let the water carry me.
I’ve got a lot going round in my head at the moment and some mornings I find it hard to get myself motivated – but the thought of slipping into the warm water, letting it take the weight off my knees and enjoying an hour and a half of exercise with no aches and pains is enough to get me there. It’s not a particularly exciting pastime, swimming up and down, particularly as the pool is only 10m long so it takes quite a few lengths to hit my target of swimming 1km each time, and yet something draws me back there day after day. I know I will come away enlivened and able to tackle the tasks that I keep putting off.
I’ve had a hectic couple of weeks with lots of visitors, lots of cooking, lots of cuddles with my granddaughter and lots of walks in the fresh air! Eventually things will get back onto an even keel and I’ll be able to post regularly again.
Meanwhile I took this shot on Tuesday as I walked along the coast path just a few minutes from my home. We’ve had real Jekyll and Hyde weather this week – yesterday, by contrast, struggled to get properly light all day and yet this morning the sun was streaming into my bedroom again. At the moment the wind is howling and driving the rain against the window as I type!
Christmas provided me with a host of new gadgets for my Nikon – a tripod, a wide-angle lens and a set of filters plus a ‘Dummies’ guide to my camera. Seems there’s no excuse now to get out there and find out what I can really do!
Fill my lungs with ocean’s air,
Fresh rolling foam
And scent of seaweed.
Feel the warmth on my skin,
Soft grains beneath my feet
And hint of seaspray.
Feed my being with peace,
Healing rays shine down
On restless waves.
Rainbow over Penally, West Wales
I am aware that, once again, I have allowed life to overtake me and I have neglected my blog, partly because I’ve been away from home a lot. Returning to it last night I posted an entry for the Weekly Photo Challenge for the first time in a while – since the end of September it seems… (I had to look back to check) so yesterday’s contribution was long overdue!
As a result of taking the time to post (instead of just clicking the screen away, thinking I’ll do it later and then failing to come back) I clocked up 100 followers. It was never the aim of this blog to attract a multitude of ‘followers’, much more for my own satisfaction – to actually do something with my photos and encourage me get back into writing again. But how encouraging it is to know that people are looking at my photos and even, dare I say – enjoying , what they see?
It was February this year when I started…. looking back through my posts I think I’ve deviated somewhat from the original intention – I haven’t done nearly as much ‘free writing’ as I hoped although I have been writing in response to the photographs I’ve chosen. I started a series of ‘Travelogues’ – but never got beyond the first one! My attempt to describe my ‘Sunday Strolls’ was more successful – but even that has lapsed in recent weeks.
And then this morning I logged my 1000th ‘like’…… and I’ve renewed my determination to keep this going. Hopefully I will finish the series of strolls, and I have two trips to add to the Travelogue. And I think perhaps I need to update my ‘About’ page!
In the meantime I have ‘met’ a lot of wonderful people, all with their own reasons for being here, but each contributing something special to the overall experience. I am very conscious that many of you are far more expert photographers than I can ever hope to be, but you still take the trouble to ‘like’ something that catches your eye – and so given me tremendous encouragement along the way. Equally I have enjoyed looking at your photographs and picking up a few ideas and tips to try out with my trusty Nikon! Some of you I have entered into ‘conversations’ with and feel that I know you a little bit better than others.
Thank you all for the support, encouragement and pleasure you have given me!
I have some catching up to do! I’ve been away for a week or so and Sunday strolls in Pembrokeshire have been on hold but this exploration of Lamphey Palace was just before I left. Not so far to venture this time as the village of Lamphey is only about 10 minutes away and I pass through it frequently on my way into Pembroke.
Yet another ruined edifice left by the prominent Norman noblemen in this area the palace originated in the 13th century and was enlarged twice until the mid- 14th century, lastly by Henry de Gower, Bishop of St. David’s. The palace became the countryside retreat for the high-ranking clergy and bishops of St. David’s Cathedral, approximately 30 miles away. As with so many ecclesiastical buildings it eventually surrendered to Henry VIII in 1546. After being held by the earls of Essex for 100 years it fell into the hands of Cromwell and was occupied by his Roundheads where it was used to provide Pembroke with supplies.
Today it is almost hidden along a narrow driveway leading to the neighbouring Lamphey Court Hotel. The lane slopes down towards a pair of abandoned stone gateposts in an outside wall and it’s quite a surprise to find the tall palms growing just inside! Cared for by Cadw (the Welsh equivalent of English Heritage) it was manned by a lone receptionist on the afternoon I visited and other than one couple and two family groups I had the place virtually to myself. It was never crowded as each party arrived and left separately and in between I was alone – plenty of time to roam undisturbed with my camera and clock up 70+ shots!
The building is still an impressive one, with walls, chimneys, doorways and staircases well-preserved. In its day it also boasted an orchard and fishpond as well as the Great Hall, western hall, gatehouse and beautiful Yew tree growing against the outer wall. I can’t imagine that the grounds are ever overrun with visitors – but there are enough hidden doorways and arches to hide most of those who venture inside. Many of the upper rooms and staircases are accessible and there is a wealth of detail to be found for those who like to explore. It was easy to find ledges to perch on and enjoy the peace and serenity of a late September afternoon. Although the sunlight was hazy it was warm and the trees were beginning to glow with a hint of autumn colours.
After an initial walk round I sat outside with a coffee, provided by the lone receptionist from a machine behind the counter, and read up from the information leaflet before taking another look around. Later, as the sun started to fade, the hollow window arches took on a gloomier feel and it seemed time to leave, but I think I might go back when the trees are bare and there’s a frost on the ground – or perhaps even some snow?
This week’s stroll was a hidden corner of Pembrokeshire, buried deep along country roads and single track lanes. I was convinced that I had visited Upton Castle before but none of it was in the least bit familiar so it was a real afternoon of unexpected discoveries. Another Pembrokeshire castle with Norman origins but with little left to see now amongst the later 17th and 18th century developments. The castle is privately owned and not run by any of the usual organisations that own ancient monuments and buildings. As a result the feeling is of entering somewhere that is private, somewhere where it is a privilege to be allowed inside to explore.
The medieval chapel however is a real gem of tranquillity, with an abundance of 12th and 13th century stone effigies of knights and their ladies. The one I’ve chosen here shows some of the fine details and what looks like a tiny hand by the lady’s pillow. I’ve only noticed this whilst looking through the shots I took and, after taking another look at Upton’s website there’s also a tiny foot….. a baby perhaps? I wish I’d taken more notice while I was there….. this could mean a return visit I suspect, before they close down in October for the winter!
The gardens are full of delights…… a wonderful sunken, walled rose garden reached by steps down through a stone arch, where the perfume from the roses comes up to meet you……… a sheltered stone gazebo where you can gaze out at eye level into the roses. An old stone workshop with overgrown windows which look onto the rose garden and leads through to the kitchen garden which is really more orchard. At the end the path leads out into the meadow with an abandoned shepherd’s hut and then into the woodland beyond. I loved the chair carved out of the dead tree trunk, although probably not the most comfortable of seats! The path divides to take you over a bridge and deeper into the woodland, but I took the other direction through the arboretum with its specimen trees.
Unfortunately there was no tea room to take a rest and enjoy the surroundings even more, so after an hour or so I had to move on!
One thing about living in this part of Wales is that you can find a castle around nearly every turn in the road! This Sunday’s stroll is around Carew Castle, although now more the ruins of a fortified manor house than a defensive castle. The site dates back to the Iron Age but the building is Norman in origin, as are many of the ancient buildings here in an area that has been called ‘Little England Beyond Wales’. Not so many of the unpronounceable string of Welsh consonants, but place names such as Red Roses, Stepaside, Wooden, Ludchurch and so on…. each with their own Welsh language equivalent of course!
Anyway, back to Carew…… a tranquil spot built on a branch of the estuary that snakes inland from Milford Haven and overlooking the mill pond, the building was heavily damaged during the English Civil War, being held by Royalists in a predominantly Parliamentarian area. The mill itself is open to the public and the only tidal mill in Wales. The circular walk takes you across the causeway (popular for crab fishing on this particular afternoon), round the outskirts of the castle grounds and over the narrow, medieval bridge crossing the River Carew passing a very fine 11thC Celtic cross on the way. It’s a good flat walk so one I can do easily with plenty of places to stop and catch the castle from different angles!
As I languish in rural Pembrokeshire I’ve decided I should get out and about and explore the area while I have the chance. The September weather is wonderful; long warm sunny days, mostly in the low 20s, and clear blue skies are showing the county at its best. Whilst I busy myself with the house and garden during the week, in the hope that a prospective purchaser might walk through the door eventually, Sunday can be a bit of a low point so I’m dedicating Sundays to exploring local places of beauty, starting with the local gardens that are open to the public before they all close down in the autumn! As always my camera comes too!
The first Sunday stroll was a familiar one, to Colby Woodland Gardens, a National Trust property that reaches down to the coast. I didn’t venture that far but the walks vary from the formal walled garden to the oriental garden, meadows along the stream and the woodland paths that lead down to the sea or up onto the valley sides. And, of course, the required tearoom for an afternoon cream tea!
One thing I love about my Welsh house is my Welsh garden. I can grow things here that would never survive in the harsh, Siberian, east coast winds. Each Spring I’ve been able to plant something new, some brought from Norfolk, which go on to thrive, and others I’ve bought locally. The pleasure in returning after a break of nearly two years has been to see how much they have grown and flourished. The agapanthus, in particular, is my pride and joy!
More often than not, while the weather has been so fine, I’ve ended my day sitting in the garden, just gazing at the beauty of the plants. They are big and bold and this evening, as the seagulls wheeled against a blue sky, this was my little patch of heaven!