Wednesday, 24 December 2008

Happy Yuletide

Best wishes to everyone for merry festivities and a great 2009.

Here's a little 'peace and goodwill' spotted earlier on today .....

Not a chicken

Duck and orange

Tuesday, 16 December 2008

New day

The sunrise yesterday - perfectly still and peaceful with a dense white mist hanging low above the frozen fields.

Sunday, 14 December 2008


To the memory of Barney who slipped so very gently and peacefully onwards today. Thank you dear friend for those many years of affectionate companionship.

Saturday, 13 December 2008


It was too cloudy here last night to see the full moon - tonight the skies are clearer and the moon is still wonderfully big and bright.

Thursday, 4 December 2008

Sunday, 23 November 2008

Windy Sunday

A day of fierce winds and ever changing skies.

Sunday, 16 November 2008

Mid November mists

Mists envelop the Frenni Fawr this afternoon. Within five minutes it was hidden from view altogether.

Thursday, 13 November 2008

Lunar loveliness

Wouldn't usually post this here, but we're really rather pleased with these pendants ..... further details are on the Shop Update Blog

Tuesday, 4 November 2008

November dusk

The Afon Nyfer (River Nevern) at the point where it meets the Irish Sea, viewed from Newport Parrog.

Thursday, 23 October 2008

Oh the wind and rain

Todays heavy skies. So much rain that the little streams boil and overflow.

It is also a day for electing to stay indoors.

Tuesday, 21 October 2008

For Apple Day

"Apple Day is an annual celebration of apples, orchards and local distinctiveness, initiated by Common Ground in 1990 it has since been celebrated each year by people organising hundreds of local events."

Written by Emma Lee, this poem appeared in issue no. 11 of the poetry magazine '10th Muse'.


[the italics represent names of varieties of apples]

He was tall and slender like a Longstem,

eyes soft of grey-Blue Sweet, alert, witty brain,
blemish-free, clear, pale skin like Hollow Core,
hair blue-black as the stem of Loral Drain,

restrained with a Dufflin’s subtlety,
the opposite of a Hoary Morning,
well-respected - unlike Slack Ma Girdle -
our hero composed as a Keswick Cooling.

Our heroine has grace of Sour Natural,
the fairness of Jacob’s Strawberry,
had rejected suitors like Johnny Voun,
and Johnny Andrews, such was her beauty.

She was an All Doer at her father
Ben Red’s after her mother’s tragic death.
Cared for his orchards of Bowden’s Seedling,
Coleman’s Seedling, flourished with apple-wealth.

Mrs Breadfruit sent the gold-trimmed invites
to the annual Broomhouse White’s summer ball:
she’ll wear her Chisel Jersey finery
and Mrs Catshead will gossip with all.

In a dress flowing like Buttery d’Or
edged with a Bicklington Grey fine thread,
our heroine, prettier than Gilliflower,
debuted at her first dance with Captain Broad.

Our hero stood still as a Honey Pin
watching the dancers reel an Improved Pound
and a Quarrenden before he could move.
They dance a Goring and she takes his hand.

Their long walk among the Early Bowers
leaves her latest suitor Ellis Bitter.
Mrs Board stops her story of King Byerd,
"A Golden Ball! They looked lovely together."

Misses Barum and Beef speculate
on their usual trip down Breach Bearer
past Long Drong, whether a summer wedding,
"and she’d look like Reynold’s Peach only warmer."

Rancorous and sour like Sops in Wine
face redder than Crimson Victoria,
Mrs Woolbrook swears our heroine’s mother
"By Quoinings! died of euthanasia."

Via Jake Plumderity and John Cerif -
sober as Stockbear, soft as Sugar Bush,
not yet visited Queen Caroline’s Inn -
both Rattlers tell our hero, hush-hush.

Panic calmed by a long glass of Plum Vite,
(cancer spread through Polly White so complete
it left No Pips), our heroine writes him,
sealed with the truthful mark of Morgan Sweet.

Our hero collects his post from Sweet Alford,
stops to read her letter by Sweet Cleave’s sty.
Absent-mindedly strokes a clean Pig’s Nose,
a Pig’s Snout nudges him to think clearly.

Our heroine wanders through Sweet Copin
and sinks down by the banks of Tan Harvey,
tells herself this will not be a Tale Sweet,
feels charred as Summer Stubbard, begins to cry.

Our hero recognises the Thin Skinned cloak
of vicar Tom Putt who’s muttering
about the indecent, new Nine Square dance,
young Jill’s Limberlimbs and Anthony’s fling.

Our hero and our heroine by Lucombe’s Pine
meet in the garden of Hangy Down left
by Mayor John Toucher. He kneels, proposes,
no care of any Listener in the Long Bit.

Tommy Knight served as our hero’s Best Man,
Tommy Potter smartened up as Page Boy, each
Miss Rawlings tried to catch the bride’s bouquet.
Our heroine prettier than a Winter Peach.

Billy White took all the wedding photos.
She as golden as Butterbox loving
him standing tall and proud as Oaken Pin.
Sidney Strake declared a happy ending.

To share in this happy tale of heaven,
you just have to follow the Star of Devon.

Monday, 13 October 2008

October moon and Autumn things

Rising above the Frenni Fawr earlier this evening.

Autumn path.

Gorse in flower.

Wednesday, 24 September 2008


Equinox time - and a peaceful stillness. The sun has shone and the winds have had little to say. A small blaze of yellow is rekindled now in the gorse bushes and a wood fire burns in our hearth. The last of the fruits and flowers seem to contain a glow of their own. At night there is a hazy golden yellow half moon; the hills are serene against the night sky.

Friday, 19 September 2008

Thank you

A warm thank you to Lee at Solsticedreamer for nominating the Lost Stones blog for this award, much appreciated!
The rules:
1.The winner can put the logo on her blog.
2. Link to the person you received your award from.
3. Nominate at least seven other blogs.
4. Put the links of those blogs on yours.
5. Leave a message on the blogs you’ve nominated
So here in no particular order are some of my favourite blogs:
Right, I'm off to work out how to add the logo to the sidebar .....

Saturday, 13 September 2008

Things from this week - Pentre Ifan, the hills and the sea

At Pentre Ifan.

Foel Drygarn with the Frenni Fawr beyond.

At Carn Alw.

Looking towards Carn Ingli, the sea just visible to the right.

Rockpools at Newport beach.