In 2008 we returned to the Welsh coast, just north of Tywyn, to a large house called Llanfendigaid, which we would return to in the future!
A little residence for the weekend.
Angeline, Sue, Sue and Bryan er … not writing.
Don’t be surprised once clambering into bed if oxygen masks drop from the ceiling to prevent altitude sickness!
Neighbours strutting their stuff!
Hello! Who are you then?
Just hanging around …
Just patrolling the grounds …
An angelic scene surrounded by Doves.
Di teases a couple of cocks – now that’s not very angelic is it?
Doing that would make anyone else’s eyes water.
Why don’t doves write?
Where the land meets the sea.
It was a great place for sunsets.
Now that looks like the conga!
Relaxing in the lounge.
Evenings are for socialising on retreat.
There were lots of us this year, weren’t there?
Ah! Another bedroom.
The first floor landing.
The kitchen, where a little breakfast is being prepared.
The long dining table
This is the nearest we’ve got to a banqueting hall.
Stuffed birds in a glass cabinet. (They looked quite spooky in the dark.)
The other lounge. (Yes, we had two.)
The pool table.
The second staircase (the posh one).
The lounge again.
An arty shot of the pool table.
A lovely plaque on the door.
The second floor landing – with a rope ladder as a fire escape (yes, that’s right, the SECOND floor landing)
It’s a bath.
Llanfendigaid in its glory.
Angeline on the rocking horse.
Tea! Just what every writer needs.
Eating out in Aberdovey.
I think we filled half the pub that night.
Stormy weather approaching.
Julie, with that “What am I doing here?” look.
Inspiration can strike at any moment!
Mollie, suddenly remembering it was arsenic she put in the Guinness cake she made, not Guinness.
A surprise guest one afternoon.
Hey up – we’re eating again.
Wrekin Writers eating
And more eating.
Wrekin Writers proving we have fingers … to write with.
Is Aberdovey ready for Wrekin Writers?
The beach often beckoned throughout the day. Well it would when it was only half a mile down the road.
The three stooges?
You blow it I’ll hum it.
Sue in quiet contemplation. It’s retreat, after all.
Sun rays on the sea.
Sun rays on the sea.
There’s that ladder again. Thankfully, we didn’t have to use it.