“Writing is like a fart. Don’t force it otherwise it’ll be sh1t!”
They turned out to be well published writers! I can’t name them but they aren’t small fish.
“Writing is like a fart. Don’t force it otherwise it’ll be sh1t!” Read More »
They turned out to be well published writers! I can’t name them but they aren’t small fish.
“Writing is like a fart. Don’t force it otherwise it’ll be sh1t!” Read More »
Even though the day was grey and the weather misty I got onto the beach and had a mini exploration of the area and small albeit deep(ish) caves.
A truly strong woman of the day, undisputedly eternally motivating. An inspiration for us all.
Here I met a guy. It was one of those conversations that starts with a nod. We were passing the place on the long drive home to Birmingham, and I’d pulled in to break the journey. He was on the beach, getting his fishing gear ready. I was just mooching, stretching my legs. He told
Llangrannog Beach (Pic Heavy) Read More »
Well, it was wet. Grey. Miserable but not cold. It wasn’t warm either. Just non-sunny, t-shirt weather. The kind of day where the sky and the sea decide to have a competition in shades of sludge. This, as any right-thinking person knows, is perfect fish and chips by the sea weather. The grey just makes
Aberaeron Beach. A Grey Day & Hot Chips! Read More »
I have no affiliation with them at all. Just something that I liked the look of.
What do you get if you leave a car in the garden? Carden 😊 Read More »
Located a stones throw away from the M6 it’s a brilliant place to stop for a cream tea, lunch, a walk in the gardens or even a marraige if it takes your fancy.
Castle Bromwich Hall & Gardens (And The Panic-Delivery Dress) Read More »