It begins this evening with my recollection of my journey to Wales, circa my 10 month stint of life in the UK between Sept. 2008 & June 30th 2009.
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Today I awoke with the sun. Well, sort of. I awoke on the sun's heels. Round about 5:45am GMT. To prepare myself for the long day ahead in the Welsh countryside. A long awaited trip for me considering the alarmingly close proximity between Shropshire and Wales. I was to be accompanied by two character's this blog has yet to meet; Mr. Moritz Koch and Ms. Brittney Billington. We were driven the distance by the kind-hearted Samantha Rudd.She was going down to one of the FSC's other centres in the area called Orielton. I gathered myself from the signature PM salmon coloured duvet, dressed for the notorious chilly damp of Wales, took a quick toke from yesterday's apple and strode downstairs to the back room to prepare my provisions for the day. As well as to enjoy a mug of guava tea. Shall I tell what was on the menu for the day? Maybe that's abit dull, I dunno. I wrote it in the book though so might as well keep it real here. Two sandwiches(humus, tomato, two cheeses, iceberg lettuce and Dijon), a flapjack (homemade heavy granola bar in America), pear banana & apple, and ready salted crisps (regular potato chips in America).
We left promptly at 6:31am GMT. It took a fair amount of time (roughly 4 hrs) to arrive at St. Govan's Cliff on the Atlantic coast south of Pembroke. We arrived sometime around 10:25. And said goodbye to Sam for the day. We quickly got to scrambling down rocky paths to St. Govan's Chapel and the tide pools below. The Chapel itself is estimated to be roughly 6th Century. Very cool considering it's sound structural integrity and beautiful location. The tide was out so we ventured down onto the bedrock shoreline, which has been intricately eroded by animals and elements into tiny palaces of stone arches, cornices and swirling corridors for shellfish and the like. The tide appeared to be very strong there and it made me feel dwarfed by the power of the Great Grey Sea. One cannot help but surrender to the power of water when faced with so much in a roil.
Anyway, we continued walking east along the ridge that is the coast line. We Past some quite professional rock climbing spots on the face of the cliff just as a middle-age couple were gearing up to have a go. We crossed a ravine abit more inland and soon came to a good size beach called Broad Haven. I gathered 10 shells there and felt the cool Atlantic water. The morning mist was beginning to burn off and a small island of stone called Church Island was seen guarding the beach from sweeping currents. We went north from the beach and walked around a few pristine little lakes called the Lily Ponds. The lily pads there were a lovely pink color. We saw a submerged stone wall along the path and no shortage of swans gliding by. I was keen enough to notice a relatively large turtle clung to the side of a stone soaking up the afternoon sun in one of the larger ponds. The forest lined path was quite lush and beautiful as well. We continued north to the wee village of Bosherston. There we went to a lovely tea-house called ye olde worlde cafe. It's tea-room was full so the kind woman invited us into her private sitting room to enjoy our coffee and scones. A delightful lil lady she was, very sweet. We then carried on to the local pub, St. Govan's Inn. A quite nice lil establishment with plenty of unique and olde timey decor. I sampled two of the local fares and went with a lighter ale from Carmarthen Way. Twas jolly.
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We end this evening with what we hope to be a thought provoking poem.
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*Reading The Trail*
Spent space falls off
a fatalist out for a walk.
Live your own time
Live in your own time.
The story is played
in the fiddler's life.
Just as it's your's
as it is mine.
The Boy,
He asked the question again ;
Are you your own friend?
The Man,
He replied again ;
The heart is in the path
and you are your only true companion.
The Girl,
She asked the same question.
The Woman,
She replied again ;
To know and love thyself
is to be abound in life.
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Today I awoke with the sun. Well, sort of. I awoke on the sun's heels. Round about 5:45am GMT. To prepare myself for the long day ahead in the Welsh countryside. A long awaited trip for me considering the alarmingly close proximity between Shropshire and Wales. I was to be accompanied by two character's this blog has yet to meet; Mr. Moritz Koch and Ms. Brittney Billington. We were driven the distance by the kind-hearted Samantha Rudd.She was going down to one of the FSC's other centres in the area called Orielton. I gathered myself from the signature PM salmon coloured duvet, dressed for the notorious chilly damp of Wales, took a quick toke from yesterday's apple and strode downstairs to the back room to prepare my provisions for the day. As well as to enjoy a mug of guava tea. Shall I tell what was on the menu for the day? Maybe that's abit dull, I dunno. I wrote it in the book though so might as well keep it real here. Two sandwiches(humus, tomato, two cheeses, iceberg lettuce and Dijon), a flapjack (homemade heavy granola bar in America), pear banana & apple, and ready salted crisps (regular potato chips in America).
We left promptly at 6:31am GMT. It took a fair amount of time (roughly 4 hrs) to arrive at St. Govan's Cliff on the Atlantic coast south of Pembroke. We arrived sometime around 10:25. And said goodbye to Sam for the day. We quickly got to scrambling down rocky paths to St. Govan's Chapel and the tide pools below. The Chapel itself is estimated to be roughly 6th Century. Very cool considering it's sound structural integrity and beautiful location. The tide was out so we ventured down onto the bedrock shoreline, which has been intricately eroded by animals and elements into tiny palaces of stone arches, cornices and swirling corridors for shellfish and the like. The tide appeared to be very strong there and it made me feel dwarfed by the power of the Great Grey Sea. One cannot help but surrender to the power of water when faced with so much in a roil.
Anyway, we continued walking east along the ridge that is the coast line. We Past some quite professional rock climbing spots on the face of the cliff just as a middle-age couple were gearing up to have a go. We crossed a ravine abit more inland and soon came to a good size beach called Broad Haven. I gathered 10 shells there and felt the cool Atlantic water. The morning mist was beginning to burn off and a small island of stone called Church Island was seen guarding the beach from sweeping currents. We went north from the beach and walked around a few pristine little lakes called the Lily Ponds. The lily pads there were a lovely pink color. We saw a submerged stone wall along the path and no shortage of swans gliding by. I was keen enough to notice a relatively large turtle clung to the side of a stone soaking up the afternoon sun in one of the larger ponds. The forest lined path was quite lush and beautiful as well. We continued north to the wee village of Bosherston. There we went to a lovely tea-house called ye olde worlde cafe. It's tea-room was full so the kind woman invited us into her private sitting room to enjoy our coffee and scones. A delightful lil lady she was, very sweet. We then carried on to the local pub, St. Govan's Inn. A quite nice lil establishment with plenty of unique and olde timey decor. I sampled two of the local fares and went with a lighter ale from Carmarthen Way. Twas jolly.
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We end this evening with what we hope to be a thought provoking poem.
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*Reading The Trail*
Spent space falls off
a fatalist out for a walk.
Live your own time
Live in your own time.
The story is played
in the fiddler's life.
Just as it's your's
as it is mine.
The Boy,
He asked the question again ;
Are you your own friend?
The Man,
He replied again ;
The heart is in the path
and you are your only true companion.
The Girl,
She asked the same question.
The Woman,
She replied again ;
To know and love thyself
is to be abound in life.