Castell Henllys

It was a sunny mother's day, and we took her out to have her face painted in ancient woad (wee mixed with blue flowers). With the leeky soupy woodland picnic and the finest of sunshine, it was a March day to behold, added to by the fantastically crafted authentically Celt wonderful iron-age round houses.

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Happy day for Gyp

Gyp at Llangrannog, May 2009

When we made our special Nantgwynfaen sausages last week from the Tamworth piggies we had here on the farm, there was the inevitable 'waste' of trotters and heads to deal with. Except that it isn't waste (we don't do waste), we have recycled non-edible-for-human bits into amazing dog food. Really it is not a pretty job, and when you open the lid of the pan which has been gently simmering for a week in the Rayburn and you are greeted with the complete thing, still intact, it takes a large intake of air, rubber gloves on and war-time mentality to take that first plunge. Once started the somewhat messy job isn't so bad, it smells far too good for the dog (lucky Gyp), and only took an hour all told. I would or course rather make marmalade, but that's what's happening later!

I live in my apron, I even watch TV in it, so why did I forget to put it on today, I've made such a mess... oh well..