Rainbow over St. Bridget's

The Long Train Home

Sanshiro do you know what you are hanging onto?

True Grit

Out and About

Across the Planet

Getting organised and out the door.

A Flaneur in Ottawa

Here I am at home, a flaneur in my own village, will I see enough on my daily walk to the Planet to fill my pages, only time will tell.

And so We Leave for Home

Back on a plane home.


On the plane you eat microwaveables and watch movies. Watched a movie about a monkey that showed what monkeys people are. Watched a movie about a lantern which showed how black and white people are.

Then watched one about two friends on a trip who talked and talked and it was funny and relaxing. Though the plane landed before E.B. and I could see the last five minutes.



The Taxi drove us home along the canal, and Ottawa seemed a little paradise.

About to Leave England

In the past seven days we have taken many trains subways and buses. We have used up all our passes.

As it is friday we have fish as our final meal.





Bleary eyed getting ready to head for the airpot.

Bruce drove us to the station.




Subway & train...


Heathrow Terminal.

Saw Joseph Beuys

In London we saw a great retrospective of Gerhard Richter called Panorama at the Tate Modern.

SAW JOSEPH BEUYS

Elizabeth takes Bruce and Lea's picture in a french restaurant.

Got up late and took the train to London. Saw Barry Flanagan at the Tate London.

The Show covered from 1965 - 1982. Early conceptual pieces to his late bronzes.

Saw a man on a horse and...

Choosing the Right Clothes

Bought a Netsuke of a frog licking a Shitake Mushroom in an Antique Court in York. It is Circa
1850 and of wood. And then we ate Shitake mushrooms for dinner.

Each day we take the train to a new location and each day  have to decide what to wear.

Because each day the weather is different, sometimes it rains in England...



Sometimes its cold and windy, sometimes its warm and sunny...

And of course the basics...




At this precise moment on a sunny train platform in Peterborough getting ready to depart for London I am wearing the perfect clothes.

Cecil Court and York

In Cecil court just off Charing cross Road near St. Martins in the Fields, we bought two small late Miro prints which we took back and one small Marie Laurencin print from 1924 which we kept.


York was Windy

Cambridge and London

We ate a great meal in Clipsham at the Olive branch, a one star Michelin Restaurant; I had partridge in a moule sauce with fancy sides.




Father Bruce outside his Cambridge rooms.

Cambridge Punters



King's College Chapel


I bought a new Trilby from someone who didn't think I should have it.

We got up and took the bus to the train station where we took the 8:40 London train to King's Cross Station. We went to the Sattchi Gallery to see a show of contemporary sculpture.



Then we went to the V&A where there were more then many things.

In Peterborough England

Leaving Wales for England

Our last meal in Wales was at the only open restaurant in Amroth where we each had a Giant Lambshank, the lamb must have been the size of a cow, it was good though.


We drove from Amroth to Cheltenham Spa where John and Barbara left us at the train station from which we took a train to Birmingham and then to Peterborough.

Father Bruce picks us up at the train station in Peterborough.



Bruce lives in a semi - detached two storey house with a nice front garden and a fenced back garden.

Life on Lincoln Street



Peterborough Cathedral on a sunny saturday afternoon.

Newgale Beach

Newgale Beach as the tide began to come in; sand dust was sailing across the beach in a brisk wind which windsurfers took advantage of as they skipped and jumped the crests.

We visited the Colby walled Garden and spoke to the gardner, a brawny young woman.




Ice Cream at the Amroth Coast

We walked the cliffs of Stackpole Quai...




And touched down at Barafunndel Bay

Towards St. Davids

I roll back the bedding in the hope that it will dry out.This is a very damp island.Every morning the sheets are clammy.

Taking the recycling out on the way to St.Davids

Our hosts Mother Superior Gillian of Tymawr and Professor Marion Fry serve us lunch at the Willows in Solva near St. Davids.






Boats at low tide in Solva.

Rememberance

At Home in Rose Cottage Amroth

Meals E.B. has cooked.

Lamb joint with green beans, potatoes and a bottle of Bordeaux.

omelette with rice and broccoli


sausages and squash salad



lamb curry and salad

Barbara has chopped and diced...

At six we have drinks...




and bridge of an evening.

Hiking Along The Coastal Path in Wales

     Hiking Along the Coastal Path

Walking the Amroth Shore and the Lydstep Headland

Looking at cliffs east of Castle at Amroth during mid - morning
low tide.

Lea and his Reflection.

Lydstep Headland

Evenings and Days at Amroth

Elizabeth and I play cribbage. The evenings are long and we are out of the TV habit, so it is reading or cards and early to bed.





Looking Towards the Church at Tenby.

Looking East From Amroth

The Quai at Amroth During Low Tide.







John and Elizabeth Walking the Amroth Shoreline.

In Tenby a Seaside Town

Tenby a Seaside Town

In a very funky book shop in Tenby, known only as " BOOK SHOP", I made the mistake of removing
The Seven Pillars of Wisdom, from a literal pillar of books; only E.B.'s help saved me from being buried in
KNOWLEDGE.

left - The Tudor House in Tenby had a three level interior latrine. The bottom level vented through the flu in the kitchen fireplace.
right - The waitor at the Plantagenet, in Tenby, where we ate, had last been in Ottawa in 1976 when it was minus 46 degrees with six feet of snow.

John watches the news.

In Rose Cottage With a Cold

Left - Up the path at Amroth

Right - We all stop to blow our noses, E.B. is marginally better, but really everyone is sick.




It is still cloudy and damp out, the cottage is also cool and damp.

Left - Elizabeth who is now in better shape then the rest of us prepares beans for a lamb dinner with a bottle of bordeaux.

Right - I meditate to mitigate the effects of the cold.


I must take a flashback to the Amroth Arms where I saw a lady leaving with two dogs in a stroller, before the stroller turned around everyone in the bar assumed it held children, here there are dogs every where, mostly terriers.

ROSE COTTAGE