We're back from our trip way out west and I am ever so pleased to be home again. I spent the week sneezing, coughing, up all night, tired & grumpy in the day, feeling poorly, miserable and sorry for myself.
I had planned to rest, get some work done, knit, walk miles and draft knitting & sewing patterns. But no joy, talk about best laid plans.
What rankles is that I could just as easily have stayed home and felt shite at no cost but instead was tantalized by gorgeous weather and a sea that I could not enjoy.
There was one day in which my medication kicked in and I was able to go sight seeing. And Boy! did I pack it all into this day.
{looking across Pwllgwaelod from Dinas Head}
the warning signs in these parts were graphic and grim:
do not adjust your sets, the sign is right way up.
St Davids Cathedral has got to be the most prettily situated cathedral I have ever seen.
And Finally, no trip to Wales is complete without an addition to my collection of love spoons.
I love that this is part of S' heritage and the history behind the giving of these intricate, hand-carved spoons tickles my heart.
I fell in love with (and began collecting) these spoons when I was introduced to S' relatives in mid-Wales. Then the collection grew with the ones we received as wedding presents. Above are the most recent additions.
Once our collection is complete, I'm thinking of housing them in some sort of shadow box which will include the meaning of each symbol and name of person or place we obtained each spoon from.
Stinks that you were so sick but glad that you at least got one nice day!
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