I feel like a character in an old English novel. My cousin has taken me for rest and recuperation to this lovely place by the sea.
From my third floor balcony, view of the Atlantic Ocean. The hotel is absolutely beautiful.
They have three large lounging areas where you sit and visit before or after a meal or maybe have a cup of tea. (I’ve never drank so much tea in my life since coming to the UK, green and decaf of course) I love the mantel in this one.
This is last night’s menu. A five course meal does take some time to eat and it is expected that you come dressed for dinner. Men with jacket and tie. (So glad I brought a dress as I wouldn’t be eating here in my jeans and flannel plaid shirt.)
It truly is where the Welsh mountains meet the sea. Where the River Dyfi (Aberdyfi) drains into the the Atlantic.
We drove up in the Welsh mountains where there was a little snow and saw the hardy Welsh sheep, some of them unbelievably high up. Not many lambs here yet.
I’ve had another really lovely day and will stay here for a week by the ocean. Tomorrow we have made arrangements to meet another cousin who sounds as thrilled to meet up as I am. And I’ll maybe see where my grandfather grew up.
I don’t even know what words could explain how blessed I am by my family here. I feel like my dad is looking down with my Mam and Dad Jones and smiling happily for me. I feel so loved.