An owlsome weekend

I had the most brilliant Bank Holiday weekend EVER.

On Saturday, we went to see owls. OWLS! Ant bought me a falconry experience for my birthday so we drove up to Forge (near Machynlleth) and it was amazing. This is me having a nice cwtch with my favourite owl ever in the whole wide world. Her name’s Mog:image

 

Mog is a little White Faced Scops Owl. You know, the ones that do that crazy thing when they feel threatened. She was adorable, even if she pooed on me.

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Mog loved Ant too. Actually, all the owls like Ant. He’s like some sort of owl whisperer. I knew there was a good reason to keep him around, he attracts owls!image

On Sunday we had a little lie in (as much as the cats would allow) before walking to Riverside Market (because sausages) and had lunch at Pieminster. Coffee and pie on a Sunday – what more could a person ask for?! This was actually not the pie I ordered, but it’s the pie that I ate. I think it was actually nicer than the pie I ordered so I was pleased at the error!image

Many lovely new records have come to live with me in the last couple of weeks. This weekend I acquired the new Tigercub single, Neu 2, Suede and Gruff Rhys’ American Interior which is just bloody lovely. image

in which Bethy does a picture post

I’m tired and cold. I’ll just do some pictures with a brief run down of the day…

Evil psycho cat Princess actually let me touch her – the magic of a slice of ham – but then went nuts again and had a go at me. Still, it’s progress.
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The WI were holding a craft fayre in Cowbridge today so I went along to help the girls from my group. Not that much help was needed – it was dead! It wasn’t advertised, or signposted well, and we were stuck in the corner at the back. We did sell all the Rocky Roads and Brownies though, so all was not lost. It was nice to meet some other groups too and to see how they deal with fayres as this was our first one. Looking forward to next time.image

I had a wander around Happy Days, which is a wonderful vintage and artisan market in Cowbridge.image

This little guy was very long, and I’m pretty sure he had more legs than a creature with one head should have had!image

I’m not sure I agree with selling pinecones for £1 a bag when they’ve obviously been skanked from the local park. If you’ve made pot pourri or something with them then that’s different, otherwise you’ve just nicked a family of squirrels’ Christmas dinner!image

Gollies.image

There’s no Starbucks in Cowbridge, so I got a Praline Latte from Costa. Pretty cups, but they’re no Toffee Nut in a red cup!image

in which Bethy went somewhere

Yes. I went somewhere. Ok, it was only Bristol but the point is that I went somewhere well out of my usual 3 mile radius.

It was nice, Sinead drove us westward in the sun and we walked up to Broadmead where there were so many nice shops. We were heading for Clifton but didn’t actually get there, mostly due to us not knowing where anything was. Fail.

Sinead on Christmas Steps

Me on Christmas Steps, channeling my inner KaelahBee

We discovered, quite by accident, a street called Christmas Steps which is now one of my favourite places ever. It’s basically steps with shops on. Our favourite shop was called Shop and I want to live there. I want my house to look like Shop and be filled with Shop things.

Shop

help yourself to coffee and cake, unless all the cakes are gone

We didn’t have a cup in Shop, but we did write in their guestbook. Hello Shop if you’re reading!

So we continued wandering and found ourselves on Park Street which has many lovely shops and a Banksy!

Banksy on Park Street

Apparently it got paintballed by Bristol Rovers supporters because Banksy said he supported Bristol City. Further proof that Art and football do not go together.

We made our way down to the harbour which is quite possibly the windiest place I have ever been to – my hair was like rats’ tails by the time we got home! Lovely place though, lots of boats and cute houses and a steam train. We all know how I love trains.

and we saw Rosie and Jim!

Seems we missed Clifton by quite literally 3 streets. Never mind, we’ll just have to go again.

I have no idea why I’ve never really been to Bristol. I’ve been to Bath a hundred times but never seem to have gone to anywhere in Bristol other than the zoo.  I need to rectify this.  Bristol is such a lovely city and a quick Google finds so much to see and do.  Maybe as part of my 28 things list I’ll spontaneously arrive in Bristol one day. I might seriously start researching potential employers there, it’s something that The Boy and I have discussed before.

You never know.