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.
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