...to have a honey ice-cream
if you ever find yourself in Aberaeron.
Like the Girl and I did on Monday.
It was our first day "out" since arriving here on Friday:
Not least because the car suspension had complained very loudly about being driven down the track to the cottage and we didn't want to push our luck by driving out again until we really needed to:
This is the view from near the top, by the road (I say road, it has grass growing up the middle and the hedgerow threatens to touch both sides of the car...)
And this is approaching half-way towards homemade cakes and an awaiting Mamgu:
Thank heck there is now a cattle-grid and not a closed gate. That was always fun when arriving in the dark of winter...
Since we returned, well-fed on welsh cakes, maids of honour and apple tart, the Girl has been a bit busy:
We finally dug out the peg loom (lurking in the office for over a year - ahem) and a table mat was born:
And the next day, the Girl sat herself down with her box of bits and whipped up a little improv embroidery:
Seriously jealous.
And a little bit worried that the Girl has a box of bits already. Scraps of fabric, the odd button, oddments of thread. Uhoh.
But I did at least create something the day before we went away:
(I'm the blue one, since then I've unbeaded a bit - I had to finish for the photo in a rush).
A lovely workshop with the lovely Jill Flower. I've wanted to do the flower workshop for AGES and I finally got the chance! Hooray!
