Woolly says – It’s been a busy few weeks after our return from London.
As we welcomed our last guests of the season to our world of Glamping, Jo started taking even more pictures of the river, the swans, Alfie the Dog in the river and out, and cows, lots and lots of cows, she’s been at it all season, so I said she could show some here…because I’m nice like that.
As the tipi’s came down and everything on the site disappeared into storage for next year I reflected on what a good summer we have had at White House Glamping and how delighted Jo, the mutt and myself were at being invited back for another season, all because of my hard work through the summer. With nothing but circular imprints on the ground we headed back to Welshpool and the chance to catch up with the sheep.
After several days of sleeping and relaxing it was decided to finally take Barking Boy out for his belated burpday outing, having studied the map and considered the weather we headed to his favourite environment…well equal favourite to a dung filled barn where he can roll… the beach.
The last time we had visited Barmouth had been with daughter Zoe (https://traveltalesofawoollymammoth.com/a-day-at-the-beach-before-wales-goes-back-into-lockdown-fairbourne-barmouth/) nearly two years ago.
Although not as bright and sunny as we might like nothing seemed to bother Alfie the Dog as he sped across the sand attempting to catch seagulls.
I however stood and pondered if the human had taken a wrong turn on the route and somehow got us to Easter Island in a remarkably short space of time as I peered up at a large head normally associated with that very place.
I wondered that for a moment, the carved head had mysteriously appeared on Barmouth’s Ynys-y-Brawd dunes in 2010. The wooden carving depicts an Easter Island Maoi man and stands at three meters high. The sculpture was donated by a Midlands couple who watched it being carved at Powys Castle. It stood in their garden for ten years before they decided to pass it on to Barmouth for the residents and visitors to enjoy.
Woolly says – Well I certainly enjoyed it, as we wandered along the seafront and the mutt raced in and out of the waves Jo and I discussed the need to pack, find our passports and check our arrangements for our forthcoming trip. I can’t remember how long it is since I felt so excited to be finally getting on a plane again and this trip, although brief, promised to provide some completely new experiences for both of us although I’m not sure why the ABBA museum is on the list!
As we turned towards the promenade, I paused to look at the lovely looking church perched above the houses, looking up at my carer she seemed to read my mind, ‘we didn’t get a close up of the church last time, shall we try and find a way up?’ No need to ask twice as the mutt was put back on his lead, we headed into the town looking out for a road that would take us up.
A short but breathless climb brought us to the front of St John’s Church, built between 1889 and 1895. The foundation stone had been laid by Princess Beatrice of the United Kingdom and strangely the bulk of the money to pay for it had come from Mrs Sarah Dyson Perrins of Lea and Perrins, famous for its Worcestershire Sauce based in Worcester of course, maybe the Perrins family had enjoyed a day out in Barmouth back in the Victorian times.
Although we were much closer getting a good picture was still impossible.
We climbed up the steps and opened the large wooden door, inside was quiet and had the smell of old churches, the wooden beamed ceiling looked in remarkably good condition.
Lovely stained glass windows graced each end with it’s arched windows shooting daylight across the pews.
As we headed back into the town and past the shops Jo stopped and laughed pointing out a sign in a doorway, we love a dog friendly shop and they went several steps further in making so many four legged beasts welcome, they had however forgotten one very important animal, I went in to sort it out.