Toby and Brita

As always, Toby has landed on his feet. Toby and the irrepressible Brita have moved all their worldly belongings to be near the small world theatre in Cardigan. Oft described as their 'resident genius' small world theatre must be happy to have him closer to the fold.

We had a great night with Richard, Tina, Luna, Will and all the kids. As soon as Morwenna and Jacob found the horn on Toby's pride and joy, they were up at 6.30am blasting away and trying to get the sun roof down. Thanks for a great night all of you.

Origins of the family Bowling

Found some classic photos at the family manse. I have been trying to get my dad to start the family history for years now. All to no avail. Well, this blog may be looked at for countless generations of Bowlings and if it is, they will at least be able to see this far back... the era when black and white photos were based on necessity, not mood.

Not to be outdone, the Karlsson side of the family have this fine specimen of a lady. Correct me if I'm wrong mum, but I think this is Morwennas great, great, great grandmother. The headscarf was a permanent fixture in an effort to prevent forehead from meeting cow flank when milking.

Times are changed now and the Bowling family line includes a definite Scandinavian blond streak. Joe and I grew up on the beach and spent all of our time rock pooling and fishing.

Finally, to bring us up to date, the view from the family house remains unchanged. With all the rabbits on the burrows its still a doggy paradise. This is Poppet giving Morwenna lessons in dog handling.

North Pembrokeshire

A return to the Shire can feel like something from a Tolkien book. A trip in North Pembs is like stepping back in time. Ancient oak forests, Iron age forts, standing stones and Celtic blood running through family lines.

Many of our friends seem to have migrated to the North of the county, much as we did before leaving for pastures green. Whether paddling round Cardigan island with Beany and Lara, surfing til dark at Abereiddy with Johnboy or watching the barn owls hunting around the farm with Yens, you really can't escape the feeling that this is Gods own country.

Thanks to all of you for having us around. Promise it wont be so long next time.