I stopped off at Castell Bryn-Gwyn, a wonderfully nondescript neolithic fort reached down a long muddy track from a lay-by just outside Brynsiencyn: nothing but cows and fields, in the middle of nowhere, thought to have been a religious sanctuary:-

After two days of bad weather, it’s looking better:-

The local tea shop is doing takeaway cream teas – two scones per box and two small punnets of jam and clotted cream, a wooden knife and paper napkin:-

We took the buggy down to the beach today:-

It was surprisingly empty and very beautiful:-

I keep reading about the problems independent cheesemakers have been having as a result of Covid-19 – small independent producers who are dependent on restaurants taking their wares. All I can say is that I have enjoyed cheese and eaten more of it with more pleasure than at any time: the fridge is packed with parcels from Neal’s Yard who can pack up a box and deliver, as they have been throughout the epidemic. So, I want to thank them for, as far as possible, stocking the wares of small independent producers and supporting their work as far as they can.

I walked out to the beach:-

And back again:-

There were horses in the field again this morning:-

We went down to the river to enjoy the evening air:-

It’s strange being back after nearly four months in lockdown in London: the roads once again overcrowded; but the egrets still on the river and a stoat on the garden wall:-