Aberystwyth Re-visited

At the beginning of the year, all along the south and west coasts Britain was battered by storms. Seems such a long time ago now. Hard to imagine that only nine months ago, it was all like this.
Aberystwyth on the South Wales coastline was one of the many little towns and hamlets to feel the brunt ....



We live inland about 60 miles away. Last Monday we went out on a day trip. It's funny, when it's winter you can't imagine the summer and in the summer time, winter seems a million light years away.



The sun was shining, but most the holiday makers had packed up and gone home. The children, back in school. The uni and college students not yet back. The boats in the harbour, hunkered down and not a fisherman in sight. The walkway through the castle ruins all but deserted. The last remnants of the wild little pink thrift growing in clumps by the castle wall. Rock pools with fronds of trailing red and green algae and limpets. The sea endlessly swishing as the tide idly ebbed and flowed. You could breathe in the pungent smell of  seaweed trapped on the shore. Just a few of us and the seagulls and I loved it.

Redeemed By Love

A good friend of ours called by today. O/H has been having a bit of a time of it  health-wise and our friend brought us two complementary tickets for the Onslow Park Vintage Rally on August Bank Holiday Weekend. I think as well, that he brought his pride and joy to show us. It's taken him three years of solid hard work to restore it from 'hedgerow condition' to this. A 1963 Morris Mini. I love the Mini.Used to have one in the 1970's. It's surprising how much room is inside. I once bought an armchair from a furniture auction and after a lot of fiddling and jiggling managed to load it up in the back of my Mini and cart it home in style.

He has tried to keep all the original fittings.

The engine is immaculate and he's even got the original tool set that came with it.

I love old things that are restored. The story of my life really, I suppose.