Croissant Baby Bump

We plan a walk in Sychnant, brightening skies suggesting we might even have some sunshine, but it turns out our optimism is misplaced.  Thoughts turn to tea and cakes, and so we stop at Pensychnant Conservation Centre where garden tables are rejected and we consume refreshments inside, managing to find a place to sit amongst the piles of second hand books remaining from yesterday’s book fair. The house is certainly a curiosity inside and out, a shabby relic of a Victorian country retreat with sagging sofas sharing space with taxidermy displays and eclectic crafty sale stands. 

We take a copy of their current programme of events - a wonderful mixture of nature wanders and craft workshops. G takes a fancy to the ‘bat walks’ and asks where these take place. We’re told the horseshoe bats live in the barn with walks timed to see them coming out to feed. ‘There are bats in that cupboard,’ the owner nonchalantly adds.‘They’re often flying around the house.’ We’re not surprised. 

By now, all plans of any walks are forgotten, but there is an opportunity for photographs outside the house, with Dan and Sol keen to have a memento of them and the now obvious and  very precious bump. ‘It’s the size of a croissant today’, Dan has told us at breakfast, having consulted one of his baby apps. A large croissant, we all agree! 

So it’s back home for ratatouille risotto followed by blackberry crumple before settling down to watch Australia v Fiji - what a great game and what a fantastic team the Fijians are, though apparently it would be slightly better for Wales had Australia won (the complexities of points in the RWC are beyond me).