Sunday, 31 August 2008

Thursday, 28 August 2008


Towards the end of the summer firework display.

Wednesday, 20 August 2008

Apple time

The first of the ripe apples are already falling. Others can be picked from the trees with the gentlest of tugs. They taste wonderful - sweet and crisply fresh.

Saturday, 16 August 2008

Things from when it hasn't been raining

Partially eclipsed moon above Foel Drygarn earlier this evening.

A butterfly enjoying some welcome sunshine yesterday.

Tuesday, 12 August 2008


A morning of dramatic, beautiful clouds and fast changing skies is followed by an afternoon of relentless and heavy rain.

The Frenni Fawr this morning.

Monday, 11 August 2008

Monday things

Cloudy skies over the hills today.

Love in the Mist.

A little brown butterfly on a strawberry leaf.

Friday, 8 August 2008

On the headland is an absence
where it fell some winter night
between here and childhood,
and the sea's still fizzing
over a bruise that will not heal.

A finger would rock it,
Bendigeidfran's stone.
My ear pressed to it's flank could hear
the footfall of a storm far out at sea
long before the frown of it darkened the beach.

It purred in wind, was warm against my back
with all the summer in it.
Apple out of legend,
slingstone of Brans rage against Ireland.
Or so my father said.

Taken from 'Rocking Stone' which appears in the poem sequence 'The King of Britains Daughter' by Gillian Clarke.

Monday, 4 August 2008

August in the kitchen garden

Clary Sage.

Ripening Damsons.


Flowering Bronze Fennel.

Saturday, 2 August 2008

Gwyl Garreg Las

Labyrinth at the Celtic Blue Rock Community Arts Festival, visited today.

Friday, 1 August 2008