Blue skies in Tenby this morning.

I used to enjoy a Mr Kipling Cherry Bakewell. Not so sure I will now – What is Britain eating?

Microbrewery in Tenby 🍺. Enjoying a Caldey Lollipop IPA at Tenby Harbour Brewery.

Checked in at Coast just outside Saundersfoot. Brilliant food is an understatement. Exceptional!

Today I’ve learned that Saundersfoot railway station is in the middle of nowhere, a mile and a half outside Saundersfoot, with no pedestrian footpaths alongside the lanes into the village. An unexpected walk!

View over the beach from The Old Chemist Inn at Saundersfoot.

Tenby Harbour.

St. Fagans Museum of Welsh Life

Kennixton Farmhouse

Iron Age Roundhouses

Abernodwydd Farmhouse

Stryd Lydan Barn

Ready for cricket! Indian Premier League starts on Saturday and the County Championship next week. 🏏

Wales Millennium Centre for Matthew Bourne’s Cinderella.

Matthew Bourne’s Cinderella.

Another interesting night’s (for me) cricket - New Zealand did incredibly well to hold out to win the series. 🏏

Robotic bees 🐝 on Mars! – Planet of the apis

Rainy Bank Holiday Monday. Headed for cinema to see Ready Player One - no hope, absolutely packed, so going to see Black Panther instead. 🎬

Spring by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Spring

To what purpose, April, do you return again?
Beauty is not enough.
You can no longer quiet me with the redness
Of little leaves opening stickily.
I know what I know.
The sun is hot on my neck as I observe
The spikes of the crocus.
The smell of the earth is good.
It is apparent that there is no death.
But what does that signify?
Not only under ground are the brains of men
Eaten by maggots.
Life in itself
Is nothing,
An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs.
It is not enough that yearly, down this hill,
April
Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.

Edna St. Vincent Millay