Tros-yr-Afon (2)

Romilly has pointed out that my photograph of the house at dusk could scarcely have been less helpful in showing the character and quality of the Onduline extension, so here’s a better one, taken yesterday while the sun was still shining:-


Tros-yr-Afon (1)

We are celebrating the fact that our small, Welsh cottage in the middle of nowhere has been shortlisted for the Architect’s Journal Small Projects Award 2020. It was not an easy project for Martin Edwards, its architect: how to add an extra bedroom to a nineteenth-century, rural cottage, without in any way jeopardising its character. He has done it beautifully by extending the line of the adjacent shed, but asymmetrically, so that the addition can’t be seen as one approaches the cottage from the north, and cladding it in Onduline, a lightweight building material like cardboard corrugated iron. Not only has his work not damaged the character of the original cottage, it has enhanced it. So, unusually, I am posting a photograph of it, bathed in the light of the evening sun, in Martin’s honour:-


The River

We walked down to the river tonight in the evening light:-

The view is always the same, but always looks different according to one’s mood, and tonight the sky was filled by a dark cloud of a distant fire on the other side of the Straits:-

Snowdon in the distance, as always:-

The view towards Dwyran, with the Victorian church spire of Llangaffo in the distance:-

Some geese flew overhead (I don’t have a proper telephoto lens):-

And then the sun set:-


Whitechapel Bell Foundry (34)

We have just had one of our fortnightly meetings fund-raising to fight the planning appeal. In some ways, it feels a bit surreal in current circumstances, but in others, all the more important that we maintain the continuity of historic institutions, particularly one which has been continuously in operation since before the Great Plague and made the church bells which rang in the Restoration. Equally, if and when this epidemic is over, it feels slightly surreal and actually faintly immoral that the Bell Foundry might still be turned into a luxury boutique hotel, gutting its interior, ripping out its history, and turning it into a bar and café instead of somewhere to maintain and develop craft skills.