Môr a Mynydd – Sea & Slate

Gallery
Outside the Gallery

This summer, I worked with an awesome group of local women to open Sea & Slate Gallery in Llangrannog. Its runaway success is why the Etsy shop and this website have been quiet – I am having trouble making enough jewellery to keep up with demand! Needless to say I am flippin’ delighted with this!

Surfergrl.co.uk is due for a revamp, and I will soon be selling Surfergirl’s Seaglass here, as well as more on Etsy, and selected special pieces on the Sea & Slate website. The shop is getting quiet now, so we have time to expand our offerings.

In the meantime, I’m always on Instagram, and so is Sea & Slate.

Back to making, and planning…

World Oceans Day

beach sunset
Cilborth Sunset

Happy World Oceans Day…

Promised myself I’d get out on the water this week; didn’t happen. I wanted to go and take some lovely pictures. I really want to capture the oystercatchers that live around Ysglan – there are usually seven, give or take, every year, and I just think they’re beautiful. One day, I’ll put the big camera in the drybag and paddle over.

Probably won’t happen this weekend now, but I’ll get out there as soon as I can. I need some water time. I am so lucky to live here – except luck has little to do with it. I work hard to be here, and I have to make time for the very reason I do so. I chilled on Cilborth last night with one oystercatcher puddling about, until a visitor scared it off. They never even saw it. How much we don’t see of what’s around us, and under the wide oceans.

Blue Planet II is now on Netflix, so I finally get to watch it.

Rambling. Too much work and not enough play makes surfergrl – dull.

Under Idris’s Clouds

A visit to the Cross Foxes near Dolgellau, North Wales.

view from the cross foxes pubA chilled-out weekend, what a treat. The Cross Foxes is lovey, a really old farmhouse done in the usual re-done style…still got some of the old features like the big open fire, but mostly super crisp lines, wooden floors, local artwork and great views. We went straight into the bar and sat there for the rugby, a few beers and dinner (the plaice fillet and cheese & biscuits were heavenly).

a treeWhen the hail let up, I took Cymro for a nice walk. It was icy cold but we soon warmed up and did four miles. We turned up the little lane opposite the pub and walked around, then back on the main road for half a mile or so. Tabor is a tiny hamlet a mile from the pub, with a few cottages and an atmospheric old Quaker meeting house and graveyard.

There were very few signs of life apart from some chimney smoke, not even tyre tracks in the snow that day. We saw zero people apart from one angry-looking woman with a couple of dogs. Sometimes it takes me ages to decide whether to say hello in Welsh or English, but she didn’t answer anyway…

Wind-bent trees, fairy groves, bogs, granite outcrops, hail, views of Cadair Idris’s lower peak to the south (north shrouded in snow clouds) and other mountains to the north. It’s wild and beautiful country; makes Llangrannog area look a bit cutesy!

quaker house

The graveyard was full of families – the Prices, Evans’s and Jones’s of Tabor, up until about 2009. Someone lives in the house, but the meeting house itself looks fairly unloved, rather like my vestry. Fluffy snow on the way down the hill, then a slog up the grassy side of the main road. I think I could have gone a bit further and onto a parallel B-road, but I didn’t want to be out much longer with Cymro starting to limp, and it was a bit cold to get totally lost!

house

The road parallel looked like it had some wonderful houses on it too – a deep valley then steep ridge with some imposing houses set solidly back into the hill. I really fancy staying in the one pictured left.

On the way home we saw some tents on the lower slopes of Cadair Idris. Now that would have been a cold night! I wonder if they were on a Duke of Edinburgh expedition or training for something. Quite a few silhouettes walking on the ridgeline. A tough day to be heading up there; good boots and poles would be needed. Tal-y-Llyn looked cold and silent under a grey sky. I fell asleep happily until Ffos-y-Ffin. We will return when it’s not so cold, in the camper van and with all our walking gear. The air up there is so clear, and the views so starkly stunning, it always refreshes me.

lichen rocks
Lovely Lichen
corgi at the gate
There’s a Corgi at the gates!

Llyn Brianne

Llyn Brianne is a stunning place, simply stunning. (Also bitterly cold and windy!) We walked around the RSPB reserve which is also beautiful. The icy cold, clear air and peacefulness was just perfect.

Christmas and New Year has left me exhausted from lots of work and too much food, so it’s time to get myself moving again! I was hit by a horrible week of vertigo – everything spinning when I moved or even just lay down, all due to some ‘bits’ floating in the wrong part of my ear canals. The Epley manoeuvre, a strange sort of kata, has pretty much sorted it out though, so I have no excuse but to get back to training with Julia and eating properly (impossible when on double shifts or dizzy).

But I really want to get back to full fitness and enjoying my running, surfing and yoga too. So I am simplifying life to reduce stress a bit – no classes, no timetables apart from work shifts, giving myself more time to think about writing, training, surfing…