So that’s it, the end of the summer and what a great summer
it’s been. I’m sure that we must have had wet days but if we did I seem to have
managed to dodge most of them. Of course, sharing my time between Cheshire and our tiny, dusty cottage in North
Wales has helped this whole process along and summer has seemed
like one long holiday to me. Four days in the shop, three days on the beach,
three days in the shop, four days on the beach; all-in-all it worked out pretty
well.
With time to do it I suppose I could have cut the hedges,
instead we spent our time re-exploring our part of Wales . Going back to beaches and
places we haven’t visited for years was a real treat, almost like discovering
them all over again. Bardsey Island , Aberdaron, Porth Neigwl, Abersoch, Porth
Colman, Bangor
Pier, Port Ysgo (the beach in the picture above), Borth-y-Gest… Almost a different beach each day with cowrie
searches (you can die if you don’t find one and if you find thirteen you have
to stay on the beach until you find another), the watching of waves, the sound
of the breeze in the sand. Butterflies, birds, hedgehogs at night, the bright
moon in the crisp night sky, and almost twenty years of memories.
Food and alcohol played their part too. Well what would life
be without wine? Picnics with hard boiled eggs and home grown tomatoes eaten
from benches overlooking the sea, rolled and stuffed breast of welsh lamb
roasted crisp in our dilapidated oven and served with roasted potatoes, crab
and prawns, bread and soft French cheese, pasta and meatballs, sweet and sour
fish, cider and beer, wine and beer, wine and cider, and black coffee – but
only when I had to.
Yes, a good summer. One to remember I think in a world where
it’s far too easy to forget how beautiful the scenery is and the fun of just
walking along a sunny beach. Now it's back to the real world (well realish) with all its routine and getting there on time. Of course we'll still be coming to Wales, but not as frequently as of late; summer has gone you see. So, see you next year summer, here comes the autumn.
