Welsh Stone Cottage on the Preseli Hills of Wales with Magical Views
Set deep upon the Preseli Hills
Shabby now three hundred years old
Surrounded by sparkling trills of brooks,
set free from mountain hold
The old stone yard with delicate blossoms adorned
Fuchsia softly drapes the walls of galt and slate
Ghosts of people passed are mourned
we ponder and await our fate
Arfron now it says upon the gate
Butterflies of summer feast on nectar sweet
with murmurings innumerable
And constant journeys here and there
with destinations deep and imponderable.
This is a poem about "Arfron" the sweet Welsh cottage in the Pembrokeshire National Park that I share with my brother. It is rugged and solid, all embracing and assailed by salt air from the sea beyond. It is a place of peace and inspiration. It's original name was "Fron Ganol", ( Middle Bank). The Fron is a tiny hamlet in the National Park.
This summer the garden was filled with butterflies and bees visiting the wild lilac tree, It is built of the healing blue stones used thousands of years ago to build Stonehenge. Originally a shepherds cottage, it was given a second story in the 1930's with a beautiful view of the coast and the sea beyond.
We have recently spent two delightful dry weeks there. No phone, no internet. A new roof has just been fitted so it is more cosy than ever. How precious are our weeks in Wales.