OUR SECOND HOME: FINDING HIRAETH

ew Quay in West Wales is our special place, and for the last 10 days we've been enjoying everything it has to offer. In my previous post, I highlighted the first part of our trip. In this post, I'm going to share the final part of our most recent visit.

CYMRU, CEI NEWYDD AND CROSSOVERS

ei Newydd is a constant in my life. A place that gives us so much pleasure. Some people are well-travelled and that’s great; I’m not, and that’s fine too. The time had come to return to this place which means so much to me.

THE MISTRESS IN THE WEST

ear Yorkshire, I have a confession to make.

I’ve been seeing Wales behind your back.

THE GODDESS OF PARK HILL

niversally most pantheons have a Mother Earth, it is something that continues into general beliefs and as a concept transcends religion. 

SUN BAKED AND SWEATY

​eather is a constant conversational subject if you live in the United Kingdom. Too hot, too cold, too wet, too dry—there’s always something to talk about when there’s nothing else to say. But this May is different, yet becoming all too regular.

CELEBRATING ATREUS

treus is my beloved grandson, and the boy has changed my life in ways I could never have imagined. He has only been around for two years, but already I can’t picture life without him. This weekend marked his second birthday, and we celebrated the occasion with a simple gathering in our garden.

THE EXCRUCIATING WAITING GAME

ne of life’s scariest moments can be heading into a spider-filled basement, climbing a shaky ladder, or trusting a fart after a curry. But I’ll raise you: waiting for your car to get through its annual MOT is a tension like no other.

CRUNCH TIME

t's time to come clean. To admit to everyone and myself that I have a problem. Addiction is something that creeps up on you. It starts with a taste, then a bit of recreational consumption and before long its a habit. I have to admit that it's become a problem. My consumption has become an issue and is threatening everything. 

BREAKING THE SILENCE: THE TECTONIC SHIFT

marked the spot. Last week, the UK went to the polls. While I usually keep this blog a politics-free zone—mostly because things get messy and divisive the moment you frame them that way—it feels impossible to stay silent after the events of the last few days. We are living through troubling times, and I’m not sure there is an end in sight.

CURTAIN UP ON ANOTHER YEAR

irthdays are usually a personal affair—a time for others to celebrate you. Things are a bit different in our house, however, with Morticia’s birthday falling the day after mine. The beginning of May is entirely about "us": first me, then her. This year, there are no milestone birthdays to celebrate, and the plans are staying quite low-key.