Time and tide – looking back at Laugharne

We visited Laugharne last year, ahead of the centenary of Dylan Thomas’s birth. The boathouse where he spent the final few years of his life, usually a cheery white, had been daubed in dull grey paint for filming. Across the salt marsh, we skirted our way around St John’s Hill, following the Dylan Thomas Birthday…

As I walked out one midsummer’s evening . . .

. . . past hawthorn hedge, and ash trees high. Out into meadowlands, towards the setting sun, through billowing umbillifers, and buttercups bright. Grass, vetch and clover left tall to mark where our steps should tread . . .   . . .  before reaching the open again. Time measured only by dandelion clocks .…

Of willows and watermills

We spent the weekend in Cambridgeshire, walking through watermeadows lined with willows, and making new friends. From the towpath, a glimpse of the Manor at Hemingford Grey , past topiary top hats and rectangular flower beds, has inspired me to track down the Green Knowe series of children’s books by Lucy Boston.  In these classic tales the…

Chasing rainbows on the Isle of Skye

It had rained in the night, but the sky showed signs of clearing.  Setting off along the road to Broadford, a rainbow danced on the moor above the Black Lochs.  It became a day of chasing rainbows. Some appeared as broad blocks of colour that painted the mountainside, others as graceful arches, rising high into…