‘Cliff-perched town at the far end of Wales’ as Dylan Thomas wrote in Under Milk Wood, New Quay is one of those picturesque tiny seaside places with colourful houses on steep cliffs. I went there over 10 years ago on a sunny day but this weekend we had overcast sky and muted hues of the sea.
The town used to have a large fishing and shipbuilding industry in the past but now it is mostly a tourist destination, a vast part of it is, sadly, covered with caravans making for a depressing sight. I loved the lobster cages, a small fishing industry still remains in this place.
Castell Newydd Emlyn is another place we went to for a stroll, it has got ruins of a 13th century castle, a dragon legend and the best junk shop I’ve ever been to.
The enamel rice pot will serve as a geranium pot next summer and the little blue pot is for salt. A grand total of two quid. I don’t even know the name of this place but I swear everything was between 50p and £1.50. There is also an antique center which is pretty good.
Apart from these two trips there was a whole lot of eating and family time, Freddie got to feed some sheep and chase a cat who had enough of him by the end of our visit. I submerged myself in a pile of interior magazines, read a year’s worth and didn’t even touch my book.