Field of Greens

 A Walk Through the Cauliflower Field

The Power of Hard Work and Dedication.

Standing at the edge of the field, the vast expanse of green stretching out before me is a sight to behold. Row upon row of cauliflower plants stretch out as far as the eye can see, their leaves a bright, vibrant green.

The sun is shining down on the field, warming the soil and providing the perfect conditions for the cauliflower to thrive.

I take a deep breath and close my eyes, letting the peacefulness of the moment wash over me. This field of cauliflower is a testament to the hard work and dedication of the farmer who tends to it, and the natural beauty of the land.

Walking through the rows of plants, I can't help but marvel at the sheer size and abundance of the cauliflower heads. Each one is a work of art, perfectly formed and ready to be harvested and enjoyed.

As I continue to walk, the field seems to go on and on, an endless sea of green. It's a reminder of the incredible abundance of nature and the power of hard work and dedication.

I turn to leave the field, I can't help but feel a sense of gratitude and appreciation for the beauty and abundance that surrounds us. Whether it's a field of cauliflower or any other natural wonder, there is always something to marvel at and appreciate in the world around us.

Eternal Beauty

 The Crab Apple Tree

A Celebration of Nature's Gifts.

There is something magical about old, majestic trees standing alone in a field. They seem to have a sense of timelessness and strength, as if they have seen it all and are here to stay. This is certainly the case for the big, old crab apple tree that stands in the middle of a field on the edge of town.

On foggy mornings, the tree seems to take on a particularly ethereal quality. The soft, swirling mist envelops the tree, making it appear as if it is rising up out of a dream. The gnarled branches reach out into the fog, as if they are reaching for something just beyond our sight.

Despite its age, the tree is still strong and vital. Its branches are laden with glossy, dark green leaves in the summer and a riot of red and orange in the fall. In the spring, the tree is covered in a blanket of delicate pink and white blossoms, attracting swarms of bees and other pollinators.

But it is in the fall, when the tree is heavy with fruit, that it truly comes into its own. The crab apples hang like bright, shiny orbs from the branches, waiting to be plucked and turned into pies, jams, and jellies.

As the fog lifts and the sun breaks through the clouds, the tree is bathed in a warm, golden light. It is a sight to behold, and one that never fails to take my breath away.

The big, old crab apple tree in the middle of the field is more than just a tree. It is a reminder of the beauty and resilience of nature, and of the passage of time. It is a place of solace and contemplation, and a source of joy and inspiration.

Dappled Light

 Finding Peace and Shade Under the Beech Tree.

The shadow of a beech tree can be a beautiful and soothing presence in any garden or outdoor space. With their tall, slender trunks and delicate, heart-shaped leaves, beech trees are known for their graceful, elegant appearance. And the shadow they cast is equally striking, and can add a sense of depth and dimension to any landscape.

One of the most appealing aspects of a beech tree's shadow is its dappled quality. Because the leaves are so finely divided, the sunlight filters through them in a way that creates a pattern of light and shadow on the ground beneath the tree. This effect is especially pronounced on sunny days, when the shadows are at their strongest and most defined.

But the shadow of a beech tree is not just a decorative element – it also serves a practical purpose. Beech trees are known for providing excellent shade, and the shadow they cast can help to cool down an outdoor space on a hot summer's day. This makes them a popular choice for gardens and parks, where people often seek out a spot in the shade to relax and escape the heat.

In addition to providing shade and a visual element, the shadow of a beech tree can also have a psychological effect on those who spend time beneath it. Many people find the gentle swaying of the branches and the dappled light calming and peaceful, and may feel more relaxed and at ease when they are in the presence of a beech tree's shadow.

Whether you are seeking a shady spot to relax in or simply appreciate the aesthetic beauty of a tree's shadow, the shadow of a beech tree is a wonderful feature to have in any outdoor space. So next time you find yourself beneath the branches of a beech tree, take a moment to appreciate the unique and captivating shadow it casts.

Autumnal Magic

 A Glimpse of Beauty in Decay.

As I walked through the rust-colored woods on a crisp autumn morning, the sun just beginning to peek through. The leaves on the trees were mostly on the ground making the path a thick carpet of fallen leaves. I could hear the crunch of my boots on the leaves as I made my way down the winding path that led to the lake.

As I approached the lake, I could see that the water was frozen solid, the surface covered with a thin layer of snow. In the center of the lake, there was a small island, and on the island stood an imposing old church. It was built of stone and had a steeple that reached towards the sky. The windows were stained glass, and the doors were heavy oak.

I walked out onto the frozen lake, the ice creaking beneath my feet. As I got closer to the island, I could see that the church was in a state of disrepair. The roof was missing tiles, and the stone walls were covered in ivy and moss. Despite its dilapidated state, the church had a certain charm and beauty about it.

I stood in front of the church for a moment, admiring the way the sunlight filtered through the stained glass windows and cast a warm, golden glow on the interior. The church was silent and still, as if it were waiting for something or someone to come and bring it back to life.

As I turned to leave, I couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness. The church on an island in a frozen lake was a beautiful and peaceful place, but it seemed to be forgotten and left to decay. I could only hope that one day, someone would come along and restore it to its former glory.

A Moment's Peace

 The Magic of Sunset

Reflections at Stumble Head Lighthouse.

As the sun sets beyond the Stumble Head Lighthouse, it seems to sink into the sea, painting the sky with a stunning array of colors. From fiery oranges and reds to softer pinks and purples, the sunset is a truly magical sight to behold.

But the beauty of the sunset extends beyond just the visual spectacle. As the day comes to a close and the sky grows dark, there is a sense of peace and calm that settles over the land. The bustle of the day fades away, and the world seems to slow down just a bit. It's a time to reflect on the events of the day, to let go of any stress or worries, and to simply be present in the moment.

The sunset is a reminder of the natural cycles of life, the constant ebb and flow of the world around us. It serves as a reminder to cherish each moment and to make the most of the time we have.

So next time you see the sunset beyond the Stumble Head Lighthouse, take a moment to pause and appreciate the beauty and wonder of this fleeting moment in time. It's a moment that you'll never get back, and one that you'll always remember.

Sun-Basking Lizard

A Close Encounter with a Viviparous Lizard.

 It's a beautiful day in the countryside, and as I'm out for a walk, I spot something basking in the sun on a nearby rock. As I get closer, I realise it's a common lizard, a species native to the UK and one of the most commonly seen reptiles in the country.

The common lizard is a small and slender species, reaching only about 15 cm in length when fully grown. They are a greenish-brown color, with darker crossbands running down their backs and tails. Their scales are smooth and shiny, and they have long, thin legs and a pointed tail.

Also known as the viviparous lizard (Zootoca vivipara), is a species of reptile native to Eurasia. It is known for being able to survive in the northernmost regions of any non-marine reptile and for its unique reproductive process. Unlike other reptiles, which lay eggs, the common lizard is viviparous, meaning it gives birth to live young. The scientific names "Zootoca" and "vivipara" both refer to this ability, with "Zootoca" coming from the Greek word for "live birth" and "vivipara" coming from the Latin word for the same. Prior to 2007, the it was classified in the genus Lacerta, but a study by Arnold, Arribas, and Carranza split the genus into nine separate genera, resulting in the common lizard being reclassified as Zootoca vivipara.

As I watch, the lizard seems to be enjoying the warm sun on its back. It's a common behaviour for reptiles, who rely on external heat sources to regulate their body temperature. This is known as thermoregulation, and it's important for lizards (and other reptiles) to be able to do it effectively in order to survive.

I can see the lizard's sides slowly rising and falling as it breathes, and every so often it flicks its tongue out to taste the air. It's a peaceful scene, and I feel lucky to have stumbled upon it.

These lizards are fascinating creatures, and seeing one sunning itself on a rock is a special treat. They are an important part of the UK's biodiversity, and it's important that we do our part to protect them and their habitats. If you're out for a walk in the countryside and you see a common lizard, take a moment to appreciate it and then let it be on its way. They are a joy to watch, and we should all do our part to help them thrive.

Gentle Glow

 A Flower of Love

The Delicate Charm of a Peach Rose.

There is something truly romantic and ethereal about a pale peach rose that appears to be glowing in the sun. The soft, delicate petals seem to be caught in a gentle motion, giving the impression that the flower is dancing in the light. This image evokes a sense of freedom and movement, and it is easy to imagine the rose basking in the warmth of the sun's rays.

As I gaze upon this photo of a pale peach rose, I am struck by the beauty of the flower and the way it captures the essence of romance. The pale hue of the petals is soft and gentle, evoking a sense of tenderness and vulnerability. The delicate blooms seem to be reaching out, as if offering themselves up to be loved and admired.

As I look more closely at the photo, I am struck by the way the rose appears to be glowing in the sun. The petals seem to be catching the light, caught up in a dance of love and emotion. I can almost feel the warmth of the sun on my skin and see the sparkle of the petals as they are carried away on a journey of the heart.

This photo of a pale peach rose is a true work of art, capturing the essence of romance and the beauty of nature. It is a reminder of the fleeting nature of love and the importance of cherishing every moment that we have together. Whether it is a symbol of a new romance or a tribute to a lasting love, this beautiful flower is sure to capture the hearts of all who behold it. So, it's a perfect gift for your loved one on any romantic occasion.

Ancestral Connections

 Connecting with Our Roots

The Power of Old Photos.

There is something magical about old photographs. They have the ability to transport us back in time, allowing us to glimpse into the lives of our ancestors and connect with our past in a way that feels almost tangible.

Recently, I came across this old photo of a long lost family member. It was a colour tinted photo, faded with age, but the face staring back at me was so familiar. It was my great-great-grandmother, a woman I had never met but had heard so much about.

As I held the photo in my hands, I couldn't help but feel a sense of longing and curiosity. Who was this woman? What was her life like? How had she ended up in this photograph, frozen in time for all these years with two unknown (at least to me)  gentlemen?

I began to do some research, digging through old documents and talking to family members to try and piece together the story of this mysterious ancestor.

I learned that she was born in the late 1800s and grew up in a small rural town in the midlands. She married young and had several children, and her husband worked in a local brickworks. Despite facing many challenges and hardships, she always managed to keep a positive attitude and provide for her family.

As I continued to dig deeper, I began to feel a strong connection to this woman, whose life was so different from my own yet still seemed so familiar. I imagined her struggles and triumphs, her joys and sorrows, and I felt a sense of pride and admiration for all that she had accomplished.

In the end, I was left with a renewed appreciation for my family's history and a greater understanding of where I came from. And while I may never know all the details of my great-great-grandmother's life, the old photo of her that I stumbled upon will always be a treasured reminder of the people who came before me and the rich tapestry of our family's story.

Enchanting Web

 The Dark Web of Secrets.

As I walked through the woods on a misty morning, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease wash over me. The air was heavy with moisture, and the trees seemed to whisper secrets as the wind blew through their branches.

But it wasn't the natural surroundings that caught my eye - it was a web, hanging between two trees. It was a dark, intricate web, with dew drops glistening on its strands like diamonds in the morning light.

I couldn't help but feel drawn to the web, as if it was calling to me. As I approached, I saw that it was inhabited by a large, black spider. Its eight beady eyes seemed to follow my every move, as if it was sizing me up as its next prey.

I stood there for a moment, mesmerized by the spider and its web. But then, a sudden gust of wind blew through the woods, causing the web to sway and the dew drops to dance. It was as if the web was alive, and it was trying to communicate with me.

I knew I had to leave - the spider was watching me too closely, and the hair on the back of my neck was standing on end. But I couldn't shake the feeling that the web was trying to tell me something, that it was trying to reveal some dark, mysterious secret.

As I walked away, I couldn't help but wonder what secrets the dark cobweb with dew drops on it held. And I couldn't shake the feeling that I was meant to uncover them, no matter what dangers lay ahead.

A dog tail

 The Tail That Wags the Dog: 

A Pomeranian's Influence on the Household.

Pommy the Pomeranian is a fluffy little ball of joy. With his fluffy foxy fur and big, bright eyes, Pommy is the epitome of cuteness. He is a spunky little dog, full of energy and enthusiasm for life.

Pommy loves nothing more than going on long walks and exploring the great outdoors. He is an adventurous little thing, always eager to sniff out new smells and discover new things. Whether he is running through the grass or chasing after a butterfly, Pommy is always on the go.

In addition to his love of adventure, Pommy is also a very affectionate dog. He loves nothing more than snuggling up with his human companions, whether it be on the couch or in bed. He is a loyal and devoted companion, always there to lend a comforting presence when his humans need it.

Despite his small size, Pommy is a big personality. He is full of energy and mischief, always finding new ways to entertain himself and his humans. Whether he is playing with his toys or cuddling up for a nap, Pommy is a constant source of joy and delight.

Pommy the Pomeranian is a beloved member of his family, and he brings happiness and love to everyone he meets. If you are lucky enough to have a Pommy in your life, consider yourself blessed – these little dogs are truly one of a kind.

Endless Horizons

 The Tree and the Sky: A Beautiful Partnership

A single silhouette of a tree stands tall against the vast expanse of the horizon. It is a striking image, one that captures the majesty of nature. The tree stands alone, a solitary sentinel against the ever-changing backdrop of the sky.

As the sun rises and sets, the horizons shift and change. In the morning, the sky is awash with the golden glow of the rising sun, casting a warm and inviting light over the landscape. As the day progresses, the sun moves higher in the sky, the light growing brighter and more intense.

In the evening, the horizon takes on a different hue, as the sun sinks lower in the sky. The sky is painted in shades of orange and pink, the colors blending and shifting as the sun dips below the horizon. And as the night falls, the tree stands tall and proud, a steadfast presence in the darkness.

The single silhouette of the tree is a powerful and enduring image, one that speaks to the resilience and strength of nature. It stands as a testament to the enduring power of the natural world, a reminder of the beauty and majesty that surrounds us every day. No matter what the horizon may bring, the tree stands tall and unyielding, a symbol of hope and inspiration for all those who behold it.

Tiny Triumph

Appreciating the beauty and strength of nature.

As I was hiking through the mountains, I came across a small crack in a rocky outcropping. At first glance, it seemed like just another rocky crevice, but upon closer inspection, I noticed a tiny fern growing out of the crack. Upon further investigation, I identified the fern as a maidenhair spleenwort (Asplenium trichomanes).

Maidenhair spleenworts are small, delicate ferns that are native to rocky areas and cliffs. They are named for their delicate, lacy fronds, which resemble the leaves of the maidenhair tree (Ginkgo biloba). The name "spleenwort" comes from the plant's historically believed ability to strengthen the spleen.

The fern I came across was no more than a few inches tall, but it was a deep green, with delicate fronds reaching out towards the sun. It was an incredible sight to see such a small, delicate plant thriving in such a harsh environment.

As I continued on my hike, I couldn't help but wonder how this tiny fern managed to survive. The rocks provided little in the way of soil or nutrients, and the fern was exposed to the elements, with no shelter from the sun or rain.

Despite these challenges, the fern had managed to find a way to thrive. Its roots had likely found their way deep into the cracks in the rocks, searching for any available moisture and nutrients. And its fronds, small as they were, were able to capture enough sunlight to fuel the plant's growth.

As I marveled at this tiny fern, I was reminded of the incredible resilience and adaptability of nature. It's amazing what can grow and thrive in even the most unlikely of places.

So next time you're out on a hike and come across a tiny fern growing out of a crack in the rocks, take a moment to appreciate the beauty and strength of these small but mighty plants

Mysterious Arrival

The Legend of the Cursed White Horse

 It was a cool, misty morning in the small village nestled in the rolling hills of the countryside. The villagers were going about their daily routines, tending to their farms and livestock, when suddenly, a strange sight appeared on the horizon.

A majestic white horse emerged from the fog, its coat shimmering in the soft morning light. The horse seemed to float across the landscape, its hooves barely touching the ground.

The villagers were stunned and amazed by the appearance of this mysterious creature. Some even claimed that it was a ghost, come back to haunt the living.

As the horse approached the village, it slowed to a stop and stood there, staring at the people with its piercing blue eyes. No one dared to approach it, for fear of being cursed or harmed by the supernatural being.

But as the minutes ticked by and the horse made no move to attack, the villagers began to wonder if perhaps it was not a ghost after all. They tentatively approached the animal, offering it food and water, but the horse remained still and silent.

Eventually, one brave soul dared to touch the horse's mane, and to everyone's surprise, it was real and solid. The horse nuzzled the villager gently, as if to say thank you.

As the days passed, the white horse remained in the village, becoming a beloved member of the community. The villagers never did discover where it came from or how it arrived in their village, but they were grateful to have the beautiful creature in their midst.

One day, an old, wise woman who lived on the edge of the village approached the horse and whispered a prayer in its ear. The horse closed its eyes and seemed to relax, as if a great burden had been lifted from its shoulders.

The old woman turned to the villagers and told them the story of the white horse's curse. Many years ago, the horse had been owned by a cruel and selfish man who had mistreated and neglected the animal. When the horse finally died, its spirit was cursed to roam the earth as a ghost, unable to find peace until it had fulfilled its mission of spreading kindness and compassion to all who crossed its path.

And so the mystery of the white horse continued, a legend passed down through the generations as a reminder of the magic and wonder that can be found in the world, and the power of love and compassion to conquer even the darkest of curses.

Whiskers' World

Purr-fectly Superior: From Windowsill to Stardom.

Once there was a grey cat named Mr. Whiskers who lived in a cozy little house with his human family. Mr. Whiskers was a very proud and haughty cat, and he believed that he was superior to all other animals.

He spent his days lounging on the windowsill, watching the birds and squirrels in the yard with disdain. "Look at those poor creatures," he thought to himself. "They don't have the same refinement and grace that I possess. They're nothing but a bunch of common animals."

Despite his superior attitude, Mr. Whiskers was a beloved member of the household. His humans adored him, and he loved nothing more than curling up on their laps for a good snooze.

But Mr. Whiskers wasn't content to just be a beloved pet. No, he wanted more. He wanted to be treated like the royalty that he believed himself to be.

So, Mr. Whiskers set out to prove his superiority to the world. He strutted around the neighborhood, flaunting his sleek grey fur and elegant demeanor. He even started a blog, "The Chronicles of Mr. Whiskers," where he shared his musings on the world and his place in it.

As it turns out, Mr. Whiskers was a bit of a sensation. People from all over the world tuned in to read his thoughts on everything from the best kind of cat food to the proper way to groom one's whiskers.

Despite his success, Mr. Whiskers remained humble (sort of). He knew that he was the best, but he was happy to share his wisdom with others.

In the end, Mr. Whiskers may have been a bit of a snob, but he was also a lovable and entertaining companion. And really, isn't that what being a cat is all about?

Nature's Artistree

 A Single Golden Tree in the Woods: A Beacon of Beauty and Tranquility

As I walked through the woods on a crisp autumnal day, a single golden tree caught my eye. Its leaves, a vibrant shade of yellow, seemed to glow in the sunlight filtering through the trees. It was like a beacon of warmth and beauty amidst the sea of green and brown that surrounded it.

I couldn't help but stop and admire the tree for a moment. Its branches were adorned with a canopy of golden leaves, each one shimmering in the sunlight. The tree seemed to radiate a sense of peace and tranquility, inviting me to sit and bask in its glow.

As I stood there, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the beauty of nature. The golden tree was a reminder of the cyclical nature of life, as the seasons come and go and the trees change with them. It was a small but powerful reminder to appreciate the simple things in life and to take a moment to savor the beauty that surrounds us.

So if you ever find yourself in the woods on a beautiful autumn day, take a moment to appreciate the golden trees that dot the landscape. They are a testament to the wonder and majesty of nature, and a reminder to take a moment to appreciate the beauty that surrounds us.

Industrial Beauty

 Cranes at Sunset: A Stunning Sight on the Swansea Skyline

As the sun begins to set over the skyline of Swansea, the cranes stand tall and proud against the orange and pink hues of the evening sky. These majestic machines are a common sight in the city, working tirelessly to build and construct the buildings and infrastructure that shape the landscape.

But at sunset, they take on a whole new beauty. The long shadows they cast stretch out across the ground, creating a stunning contrast against the colorful sky. The cranes themselves are illuminated by the last rays of the setting sun, giving them a golden glow that is truly breathtaking.

As the city bustles below, the cranes stand tall and proud, a symbol of the hard work and dedication that goes into building a city. They may be tools of industry, but at sunset, they become works of art.

So the next time you find yourself in Swansea at sunset, take a moment to appreciate these incredible machines. Whether you're a local or just passing through, the sight of the cranes at sunset is not to be missed.

Mystical Beauty

 Capturing the Magic of a Moonlit Night

The Camera that Made it Possible

As I stepped outside on a moonlit night, I was struck by the beauty of the full moon shining brightly through the clouds. The moonlight cast a soft glow on the world around me, creating a truly magical atmosphere.

I quickly pulled out my Samsung S21 to capture the moment and was impressed by the quality of the photos it took. The camera was able to pick up the intricate details of the clouds, as well as the subtle tones of the moonlight.

As I continued to take photos, I was able to experiment with different settings and features on the camera. The ability to adjust the focus and exposure allowed me to capture the beauty of the moonlit night in a way that truly did it justice.

Overall, I was blown away by the beauty of the moonlit night and the quality of the photos I took. It was a truly magical experience, and I'm excited to see what other amazing photos I can capture in the future.

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"Under the soft glow of the moon

In the midst of a tranquil night

We walked hand in hand

Captured by the beauty of the land

The moon shone bright through the clouds

Illuminating the world around

Creating a magical and intimate scene

As we walked, lost in a dream

With each step, the night grew more serene

As we basked in the moonlit sheen

A moment frozen in time

A memory forever mine."

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Conversation Starter

 Introducing the Alien-Like Aeonium

A Unique and Easy-to-Care-For Addition to Any Garden or Home

As I looked at the aeonium plant in my garden, I couldn't help but think that it looked like an alien from outer space. With its strange, otherworldly leaves and unique shape, it definitely stands out among the other plants in my garden. In addition to being a great addition to a garden, the aeonium plant also makes a beautiful and unique houseplant. Its striking appearance is sure to make a statement in any room, and its low maintenance requirements make it a great choice for even the busiest of plant parents.

At first glance, the aeonium plant might seem like a typical succulent, but upon closer inspection, its true beauty is revealed. The leaves are arranged in a way that makes it look like the plant is from another planet, with their wavy edges and bizarre shapes. One of the best things about the aeonium plant is its ability to capture the imagination. A close-up photo of its leaves and blooms really showcases its otherworldly beauty, and is sure to spark conversation among guests.

But what really sets the aeonium apart from other plants is its blooms. When it's in season, the plant produces clusters of small, star-shaped flowers that are a sight to behold. They almost look like they're glowing, adding to the plant's alien-like appearance. To care for your aeonium plant as a houseplant, be sure to provide it with plenty of sunlight and well-draining soil. It will also benefit from occasional watering, but be sure not to overwater it as this can lead to root rot.

Despite its appearance, the aeonium plant is actually quite easy to care for. It thrives in sunny, well-draining soil and only needs to be watered occasionally. This makes it a great choice for anyone looking to add a touch of the extraterrestrial to their garden or home.

In conclusion, the aeonium plant is a truly unique and fascinating addition to any garden or home. Its alien-like appearance will surely make it the talk of the neighborhood, and its low maintenance requirements make it a great choice for even the most inexperienced plant parents. So why not give it a try and add a little bit of otherworldly beauty to your own backyard or living space? 

Early Morning Magic

 Fascinated by the long-horned cattle of the Preseli Hills?

Come and see them for yourself!

As I trudged up the hill, still half asleep and bleary-eyed, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. I was on my way to see the famous long-horned cattle of the Preseli Hills, a range of hills in Pembrokeshire, Wales that is rich in history and natural beauty.

As I reached the top of the hill, the first thing that struck me was the sound of the cattle lowing. It was a strange and otherworldly sound, and it made me feel as if I was in a totally different time and place. The Preseli Hills have a long history dating back to the Neolithic period, and I couldn't help but imagine the ancient peoples who once called this place home.

As I approached the herd, I was struck by the sheer size of these animals. Their horns were longer than my arms, and they curved gracefully out to the sides. These long horns were truly impressive, and I couldn't help but admire the beauty and majesty of these creatures.

Despite the chilly morning air, I couldn't help but smile as I watched the cattle. They were so serene and peaceful, and they seemed completely oblivious to my presence. They made me feel like I was the only person in the world, and it was a truly magical experience.

As the sun began to rise, my new bovine friends slowly made their way down the hill, and I knew it was time for me to head home. But I left the Preseli Hills with a sense of wonder and amazement, and I knew that I would never forget my early morning walk with the long-horned cattle in this historic and beautiful part of Wales.