Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Golan Heights and Cwm Penant, Wales.
Sunshine today....shame we didn't have it last Thursday for our picnic in the mountains.
Peter took us for a mystery drive. We giggled that he had no idea where he was going - just following his nose, I guess. And then sidetracked by a road closed.
Never mind, it was all glorious and was lovely, relaxed day out.
We were never very far from Porthmadoc - just a little inland.
Overlooking the causeway at Porthmadoc - the town itself is hidden behind the hillside on the right.
Narrow road across the Golan Hills. Not a well used road.
Small lake in the valley.
Road over the hills.
A project for somebody. In need of a little attention.
Now we are in Cwm Penant - the valley of the river Penant.
We stopped for a picnic beside the little river.
Our oldest friends.
I met Jean in my first year at secondary school.....a long, long time ago.
And Bill met Peter at about the same time - both apprentices together.
If he chooses to look silly, then we will see silly pictures won't we?
View from our picnic spot.
Water tumbling over the rocks.
We went for a walk after our food; further up the valley to a couple of isolated farms.
I felt really happy in such a beautiful spot, enjoying a relaxing day with friends. Taken by Peter.
Sheep by the farmhouse.
Chapel in the valley. Jean and I walked down to it.
Corrugated iron cottage. Pete and Jean's house was constructed like this originally, but stone cladding had been added by the time they bought it.
Do you see the crocosmia growing on the right hand side?
Crocosmia became a bit of a joke!
There was one road where crocosmia grew in abundance and beautifully by the hedgerows. Peter was eager to point this out to us.
It was actually growing in many places.
Here is some growing under the hedge outside Pete and Jean's house.
Jean pulled out surplus crocosmia in her lovely cottage garden and threw it over the hedge, where it rooted and continues to flower.
We have brought some home with us.
Peter took us for a mystery drive. We giggled that he had no idea where he was going - just following his nose, I guess. And then sidetracked by a road closed.
Never mind, it was all glorious and was lovely, relaxed day out.
We were never very far from Porthmadoc - just a little inland.
Overlooking the causeway at Porthmadoc - the town itself is hidden behind the hillside on the right.
Narrow road across the Golan Hills. Not a well used road.
Small lake in the valley.
Road over the hills.
A project for somebody. In need of a little attention.
Now we are in Cwm Penant - the valley of the river Penant.
We stopped for a picnic beside the little river.
I met Jean in my first year at secondary school.....a long, long time ago.
And Bill met Peter at about the same time - both apprentices together.
If he chooses to look silly, then we will see silly pictures won't we?
View from our picnic spot.
Water tumbling over the rocks.
We went for a walk after our food; further up the valley to a couple of isolated farms.
I felt really happy in such a beautiful spot, enjoying a relaxing day with friends. Taken by Peter.
Sheep by the farmhouse.
Chapel in the valley. Jean and I walked down to it.
Corrugated iron cottage. Pete and Jean's house was constructed like this originally, but stone cladding had been added by the time they bought it.
Do you see the crocosmia growing on the right hand side?
Crocosmia became a bit of a joke!
There was one road where crocosmia grew in abundance and beautifully by the hedgerows. Peter was eager to point this out to us.
It was actually growing in many places.
Here is some growing under the hedge outside Pete and Jean's house.
Jean pulled out surplus crocosmia in her lovely cottage garden and threw it over the hedge, where it rooted and continues to flower.
We have brought some home with us.
