Monday, March 14, 2011
Some Welsh culture
After our walk on the beach, it was time for lunch.
The art gallery has a cafe in the orangery and was very popular with folks who like to lunch.
I enjoyed a good jacket potato with chilli con carne and lots of salad.
This sea scape seems to capture the precarious life of fisher folk in a village on the shore.
Bill chatted for a while with a lovely lady, obviously an important person
at the gallery.
Through the beautiful window and out to sea.
Loving together, with all their mixed emotions, as they envisage the next day when they would become residents of Newcastle.
The art gallery has a cafe in the orangery and was very popular with folks who like to lunch.
I enjoyed a good jacket potato with chilli con carne and lots of salad.
The building is beautiful and our eyes were immediately drawn to the interior details.
But we had come to see art and so I feature first a couple of pictures by Gareth Parry.
The more I look at this, the more I love it.
The artist has captured the wildness of the sea superbly.
Somebody else obviously loves it too - it has been sold for over £2,000.
This sea scape seems to capture the precarious life of fisher folk in a village on the shore.
Bill chatted for a while with a lovely lady, obviously an important person
at the gallery.
I asked her if it was OK to take photographs and she agreed with great delight. So I ignored the No Photography signs! Nobody came and objected.
Through the beautiful window and out to sea.
Bill enjoys browsing in the print room.
It isn't until one sees the best quality that the more everyday pieces suddenly lose their appeal.
You can see a little more on the web site - including more of Gareth Parry's work.
This young woman is Louise. She is looking out to sea and her expressive face suggests all sorts of stories to be told about her.
In the evening Pete went to organise a history lecture and Bill went to Bangor to collect the "homeless" Monks. Their Bangor home was completely empty and Pete and Jean, so kindly, agreed that they could sleep at their house for the night.
Loving together, with all their mixed emotions, as they envisage the next day when they would become residents of Newcastle.
Tomorrow I will begin to unfold that moving day.