Sunday, 18 February 2018


We had a very rare earthquake here in Wales over the weekend.  It was Saturday afternoon, at around 2.30pm.  I was on the ground floor of our house, and was walking around.  My husband was sat halfway up on our stairs, talking to me.  To be honest, I didn't notice anything strange, just a prolonged vibration.  I presumed it was a large lorry passing on the main road, until my husband exclaimed "What was that?!" and described how he'd been pushed forward and that the whole house seemed to move.  I laughed at him.  The news came on that evening on the radio and mentioned that there had indeed been an earthquake of 4.4 magnitude, and that the epicentre was under 20 miles from us!  His turn to laugh at me...  The last earthquake here in Wales that I can remember was when I was in Junior school, aged about ten.  My pencil rolled off my desk.  Long may the earthquakes I experience be as underwhelming!

There were no further quakes when we were taking these photos.  We headed to a local spot that was one of the first locations we visited when we were thinking of moving to the area.  I've felt such a connection to the landscape since moving to this part of Wales.  I feel 'earthed'.  It's a dramatic landscape rather than a pretty one.  The skies aren't often blue.  We usually get a somewhat 'moody' atmosphere of mist or rain, coupled with cold West winds.  I was really cold posing for this shoot, colder than I was in the snowy forest last weekend!


Sunday, 11 February 2018

Into the Woods

This morning I was pleased that the sun came out gloriously, giving us respite from yesterday's perpetual rain.  I reached for my sunglasses, blinded by the brilliance of the winter rays, and declared that it was the perfect morning for a walk.  I spoke too soon.  The weather was that stereotypical 'changeable' kind that we get so often in Wales.  Literally five minutes later, the sun was completely obscured by snow clouds that flowed down our valley like a tide, leaving no more than a few metres' visibility.  Swirling snowflakes surrounded us, snatching away any warmth and replacing it with an icy chill.  I had to wait an hour for it to ease, but as soon as the sun came out we headed up the mountain into the forest.

A few minutes into our walk, and we were rewarded with the majestic sight of a bird of prey gliding silently from the top of the pine trees to its perch.  We were the only people there, and as we tread carefully over the icy ground to the shelter of the forest, it once again started to snow.  I still can't quite believe that somewhere so remote-feeling is less than 10 minutes' drive from our house.  The forest feels like the kind you'd get in a Grimm fairytale, perhaps with Red Riding Hood picking her way through the pines with a basket in hand.

Into the Woods

Wednesday, 31 January 2018

January purchases

January needed cheering up, and whilst I managed to avoid the majority of the sales, I caved in on a few occasions.  Asquith do fantastic yoga wear and their 70% off sales are excellent.  I picked up this bra top and cropped leggings.

thrifty bargains @porcelinasworld

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