Category Archives: Llyn Peninsula

“Nothing is perfect. There are lumps in it”

Posted on August 14, 2015 by memoirsofahusk

I was going to use the first bit of that quotation: “Finality is death. Perfection is finality.” but I thought it was a bit depressing. It comes from, ‘The Crock of Gold’, written in 1912 by Irish poet, novelist and … Continue reading →

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Welsh North African Lamb

Posted on August 6, 2015 by memoirsofahusk

How do I love north Wales? Let me count the ways … Especially Aberdaron. And, yes, I’ve written about it before. Once or twice. That endless sea, bound by a long bay that keeps it from being melancholy. Swallows’ nests … Continue reading →

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‘How f—ing useful is that exactly?’ (part of quote from graffiti artist Banksy)

Posted on July 3, 2014 by memoirsofahusk

Banksy wasn’t coy, he used the whole f-word, but I won’t: ‘The key to good graffiti is economy. A simple splash of paint in the right place at the right time is all it takes. An old lady with a … Continue reading →

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Forget Rome – if you would valiant be*, I’d go for three Bardseys

Posted on September 8, 2013 by memoirsofahusk

It’s all too beautiful. No, I’m not reliving the sixties (‘Itchy-coo Park’, for the benefit of you bright young things), I’m treading a well-worn path, trodden for hundreds of years. In wartime, by men from the RAF. In peacetime, by … Continue reading →

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Secrets, dragons and mills

Posted on September 6, 2013 by memoirsofahusk

How do you feel about secrets? I’m ambivalent. I love the idea of secret gardens. Valleys unlocked by a spell. Mountains where dragons lie hidden. Places where magic happens. Where the sun beams down on gentle hills from a forget-me-not sky. … Continue reading →

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