Sultry June days here at Graig Wen…a good time then for sticky manual work preparing the lower fields for tent camping this summer.
We sent Jonny down there and he quickly unleashed hell on the bracken with some serious strimmer action. He spent the day clearing all the Valley View pitches on the first field and came back plastered in grass.
Then, somewhat unexpectedly, along came Gwilym with his mighty air conditioned tractor… An hour later and 4 acres were flattened. Some nice new pitches seem to have emerged.
Meanwhile John manfully chainsawed and split some ash he’d felled in the winter and stacked it ready for our log burner this autumn.
Men and machines huh?
I spent the afternoon sitting on the terrace sipping chilled elderflower presse from our neighbour’s garden and having a nice chat to a journalist from the Rough Guide.
As colleagues from my former PR career will point out, some things never change…
The Log Man prepapareth
Sea Pinks on the estuary wall
Bank of yellow flags bordering Mawddach Trail at Graig Wen
It seems like each time I walk down to the Estuary at the moment there are new flowers out. Spikes of purple foxgloves are everywhere, with the occasional freak pale mauve popping up now and again and looking slighltly awkward. The wild bank on the camp site is buzzing with bees on the buddleia and foxgloves which have appeared where we took out the monster connifers. There’s a big swathe of yellow flags at the bottom of the site as well as some where the stream floods the bend by the drive to Garth Isaf. Along the Mawddach Trail, the sea pinks are fading a bit now but bright yellow sedum and wild strawberries are coming out. The weather has been gorgeous for weeks and you wonder why its one of the quieter times of the year for camping here at Graig Wen. Many of our recent Bed and Breakfast guests are cyclists pedalling through the back roads of Wales along the Lon Las Cymru cycle route, a 250 mile trail that runs from one end of Wales to another. They are so happy to get to the top of our hill and be handed a glass of something very chilled on the terrace.