I called in at the new church at Brysiencyn (new because the old church at Llanidan had fallen into a ruin) to admire the wild flowers in the churchyard which can be half glimpsed from the road.

The church itself is orthodox, but early Gothic Revival by John Welch, an architect based in Douglas on the Isle of Man, who was hired by the then Lord Boston, a local landowner, who was presumably patron of the parish:-

It’s a very still, clear morning down by the river today:-

I have been reading Edmund de Waal’s Letters to Camondo in the morning, each letter constructed as a thimbleful of ideas, issues, visual sensations, thoughts, memories, about pre-war Paris, the community of art, hunting, food, relations. When I have visited the Musèe Nissim de Camondo, I remember it as too claustrophobic, too preserved; but de Waal re-animates, revitalises the impressions of its world.

Two years ago to the day, we discovered the bluebell wood in Vaynol Park: a magical landscape in the care of the National Trust, south of the Menai Straits, chopped off from an old eighteenth-century landscape of woods and fields, with once-upon-a-time fine trees:-

Lots of lambs:-

And bluebells:-

We always try and go to Plas Cadnant – a beautiful and immaculately looked-after, large garden open to the public on the hills above Menai Bridge. It maintains strong elements of the picturesque – paths winding down the hill to the river in the valley below with more recent formal planting:-

At this time of year, the banks and hedgerows are full of wild flowers:-

There was wild garlic in the woods today:-