Boats and Moths

Thursday August 2

All we achieved this morning was opening the moth trap. 50+ in number, of over 40 species. We continue to get new species every day. I believe that this is a Chevron.

Lesser Cream Wave

Brimstone

Lychnis

 Pam also discovered a Speckled Bush Cricket half way up the stairs. The latter is attracted to light and we do have the patio door and curtain partly open.

Josh and Sara left earlier in the morning in order to get to Oxwich for their booked  trip on a rib type boat. They were warned that they'd have to wade up to knee height and then step onto a platform in order to board - no jetty. We'd have loved the trip but could not manage the boarding. Sara had been told that they were fully booked but two cancellations saved their day.

We then decided that it would be good to be there for their return so drove to Oxwich, finding a parking spot near the departure and arrival point. We didn't have to wait long before the rib appeared from around the headland. The boat then spent ten minutes wallowing off some rocks. They were looking at crabs in a pot, obviously caught earlier in order to entertain the customers. 

The boat then made a swift turn before an impressive, surging wake, raised bows, return to the beach. 

We watched our two step off into the sea and wade to shore. Knee high for Sara, calf level for Josh.

Her short steps and offloading of life jacket, waterproof etc to Josh indicated an urgent and very necessary toilet stop. 

They both then registered our presence and we got a lovely smile from Josh.

Greeted by the paperazzi.

They'd both thoroughly enjoyed their trip. 

After an ice-cream for Pam and I, a cup of tea for Sara and a carton of freshly cooked chips for Josh, they left for Rhossili, Pam and I drove to Mumbles which was very crowded. We drove through, past the pier and out to Langland and Caswell where Mam, sister Marion, brother Geoff and I, once spent a rainy week in a small caravan. I must have been about eight years old and remember spending a lot of time with coloured pencils, until the final day when we went to the beach. The road out has some very splendid houses and flats.

We'd arranged to meet at Cwm Ivy for a cream tea - Josh loves them. We got there first and found nowhere to park apart from at the top of the hill. We met Sara driving down and told them to go whilst we drove home. A shame but, it turned out that it was very disappointing. Dry scones. Always the possibility with unknown cream teas. 

No cooking to-night, chip shop meals all round, plus the remaining cottage pie. Sara bought faggots, my mother's were legendary, sister's not bad either. These were surprisingly good. Last full day to-morrow and my 80th birthday. Doesn't seem possible........