Saintly skeps

A dip down to St David's to see an exhibition of work  by local photographer Philip Clarke and while there an invitable amble around the cathedral graveyard and precinct. Leaves falling and fallen,  late autumn  means that the area is sombre and peaceful without the throngs of visitors  drawn to the world's smallest city and its gem of a cathedral.

Whenever I'm here I remember the very special visitors I accompanied   nine years ago.  Yes, Kendall and Sue Were Here! I'm so fortunate to have had the opportunity to meet them and host them on that memorable occasion.

Now the bees that occupy these enormous skeps (or rather,  giant wooden replicas of those traditional straw hives) are settling in for the winter too. Just a few were to be seen - alive or dead? - around the entrances.
( The skeps represent the gift of honeybees from St David to St Aidan, to establish a colony, and a monastery, in Ireland, more about that here. )

Jackdaws were as usual in evidence too (extra)