greetings from Ponte

Hi all,
Well after our dismal failure at op/ charity shopping in Neath on Monday, yesterday Moo and I headed to Morriston for another go. Luckily St Vincent de Paul (patron saint of charities) was on our side, and we both did Ok. I got 3 dresses amd a t shirt, so was very happy. Its enough to add to the back pack with out too much hassle.
The arvo I just hung out with Moo in the kitchen while she did some baking, and organised the picnic for this evening. As anyone who has had a welsh picnic with Moo and Jules knows, it consists of boiled eggs, tomatoes and  potatoes always, then she baked some chicken as well. For desert she had fruit buns, chocolate and apples.
Meanwhile she cooked up a boiled fruit cake for Jules. I drank tea, chatted and mucked around on the www and watched the tour de France. Really great to just hang out with her in her home.

We picked up Annie about 7pm, off the bus from Bristol, returning from her few days inFrance, and headed out to Three cliffs bay for an evening walk and picnic.
Jules used to camp here as a kid, and he showed us all his old haunts. A very beautiful place, and lovely to make the most of the long summer evening.

On the way home we dropped in to a local club, for a ...what would you call it??  Local folk, mostly in their 60s and 70s as well as one woman in her 80s, getting up and singing some old tunes, accompanied by a guy on the electric piano. It was pretty interesting and quite entertaining.

Today we headed to St Fagans, otherwise known as the Museum of Welsh life. This place is incredible. Its the second time I have been here with Moo, and I loved it as much as the first time. The time, money, skills and passion that has gone into this place is amazing.

After St Fagans, we went to Cardiff airport to meet Maria B. She had flown in from Milan, and will spend 3 weeks here with Moo, and will be with Moo for her 50th birthday, which will be lovely.
So this evening we have shared a wonderful dinner together, cooked by Jules and then a evening on the patio sipping Pimms and champagne. They are still out there chatting away, while I have ducked in to the kitchen to write this. Its now 10.30pm and time to sneak up to bed, as we want to be on the road early tomorrow to head for St Davids.
This time next week I will be home in my own bed, but theres still lots of adventures in stall for us before then.
Love to all
Zak