And looking back along it.
I am glad to announce that the normal Welsh Winter has returned to roost - warm, wet with Westerly winds. What a relief.
I am also glad to announce that I have my crafting head back. It went walkabouts between autumn and Christmas, and I just was NOT in the mood for crafting. Last night I finished G's lovely blue scarf; mended a black and white stripey school scarf of my husband's to also send up to her (that man throws NOTHING away - it's circa the mid-1950s!) and when I was looking for something else in my craft cupboard, I discovered the template and some tacked-up hexagons so I am making another hexagon quilt - perhaps for us, or perhaps to donate to one of my favourite horse charities for a raffle prize. Today I have to start sewing together (or I may crochet together) a bag full of knitted squares which my eldest daughter and I have worked on, on and off, for the past year. She is desperately cold up at her Uni house, so I thought I would rattle up a warm lap quilt for her. She does feel the cold so. Then I have to start on a silly hat (knitted Viking style with horns!) for my son, and then some fingerless gloves for eldest daughter's boyfriend . . . I am also making some patchwork blocks for the Lluest Horse and Pony Trust Charity quilt. Those are being machine-pieced, and yesterday's was a Courthouse Steps Log Cabin block.
Gosh, looking through my window it seems like it will never get light. At least we are seeing the year move with a little more light late afternoon. I am looking forward to the light evenings again and being able to crack on out in the garden again. GTM mentioned that there would be another cold spell - even worse than this - in February. I do hope not. I wanted to try and get some seeds started early, but perhaps not . . .
During the next week, I shall try and do an update on some of the Census cottages I discovered at the back end of last year. They all have a little story to tell.
Dryslwyn in the distance.
And a close-up.
A lovely old ivy-clad oak (or rather, what remains of it). I dare say it was a young tree when the Rebecca Riots were taking place.
Water frozen in the ruts. There will be a ploughing match held here in the spring, and I intend to spectate (and photograph) this time.
Where there IS colour, this new camera is very good at highlighting it against a drab background . . .
The statuesque ruined curtain walls of Dryslwyn.
