Showing posts with label Wales. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wales. Show all posts

Sunday, August 16, 2015

Roseland B&B: Paradise Found

Ahhh... such a peaceful place to stay...Roseland Bed and Breakfast run by Suzy and her husband. A historic property, an acre of astounding gardens, hospitality and warmness all around. A true paradise.

http://www.roselandbnb.co.uk

Suzy and Nova pick strawberries and currants. 


An inspired, elevent-year-old Georgia Okeefe








Oxwich Bay: Golden Retrievers, Cuttlefish and Jellyfish

A trek to Oxwich Bay on a warm, warm summer's day. Golden Retrievers, cuttlefish and jellyfish scattered across the sand. A day to relax, enjoy the vitamin D (which was pretty rare in our previous days in the UK!)

A run to the tide pools.

Visit to the snack bar...ice cream of course!

Catch up with dear friends from across the oceans.







Swansea: Do Not Go Gentle

A visit to the Dylan Thomas Museum in Swansea--renowned Welsh poet. The "Love the Words" exhibit reminds me of the beauty of language and the struggle of the artist. I often feel as if life of these infamous writers can be marked by one of their works. For me, my favorite was "Do Not go Gentle..."

Do not go gentle into that good night 


Dylan Thomas1914 - 1953

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
His life was marked by struggle--struggle to attain success, overcome addiction, find peace in relationships. He fought, as we all do, to live. But alas, he LOVED the words. Found the beauty in each that he wrote. The power in a poem. The power that continues to change the world. 
RIP Dylan Thomas 


A Dylan inspired sentence on magnetic poetry 




Wales: Lily Pads and Sunshine

Train to Wales. Countryside and dear friends.

Green and gorgeous--lily pads and sunshine!

Let the European heatwave begin!

A drive through rolling hills to a hike along the lake. Meet up with little girls and horses. More sun rays and ice cream, beer gardens and stepping stones in rivers.