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Labels: pembrokeshire
Labels: pembrokeshire
On our second trip to Wales I found this delicacy in Morrisons of all places. Now I realise they are available all over wales by many large bakery brands.Ingredients
225g/8oz self-raising flour, sieved
110g/4oz (preferably Welsh) salted butter
1 egg
handful of sultanas
milk, if needed
85g/3oz caster sugar
extra butter, for greasing
Method
1. Rub the fat into the sieved flour to make breadcrumbs. Add the sugar, dried fruit and then the egg. Mix to combine, then form a ball of dough, using a splash of milk if needed.
2. Roll out the pastry until it is a 5mm/¼in thick and cut into rounds with a 7.5-10cm/3-4in fluted cutter.
3. You now need a bakestone or a heavy iron griddle. Rub it with butter and wipe the excess away. Put it on to a direct heat and wait until it heats up, place the Welsh cakes on the griddle, turning once. They need about 2-3 minutes each side. Each side needs to be caramel brown before turning although some people I know like them almost burnt.
4. Remove from the pan and dust with caster sugar while still warm. Some people leave out the dried fruit, and split them when cool and sandwich them together with jam.
Labels: pembrokeshire, reviews
Labels: pembrokeshire, port, reviews, sailing

About one mile away from the harbour is the Solva Woollen Mill, another traditional crafts-place. Their workshop forms part of their retail store where visitors can literally walk up to the looms and discuss their workings with the crafts-people there.
Sadly, the Sock-Knitting-Machine pictured above was out of order. But made me want a Sock-Knitting-Machine of my own nonetheless.
The Woollen Mill is currently raising funds to restore its water-mill workings, some of which can be seen turning both outside and inside in the tea room area.Labels: equipment, pembrokeshire, reviews
Labels: pembrokeshire, port, sailing
"Running out of Rum!"
Labels: drinks cabinet, note
King's friend, Genie (Ju's dog) was slowly sinking into her bouyancy-aid to avoid helping with sailing.
King's favorite place while sailing in asleep on his bunk. -You may note he needs a whole bunk to himself! He does sometimes stick his head out of the companionway to check we're still there, or to complain when we change tack and heel over the other way.

Here's me at the helm, this is a bit past Castle Reach on the River Cleddau, No2 Jib raised on the bow, I'll be testing the Genoa tomorrow!
Here's Julie and myself at the helm under engines after a sudden summer storm blew us all over the place. Michael was in the cabin making tea, while Ju watched. -I think this is just past Picton Point on the Cleddau.Labels: pembrokeshire, sailing
Ju90 + Genie (Westie-terrier) + julie (with no cats).You can visit Ju's website here.
Arrived 9.15. Boys arrived 9.45 -off buying more booze + a hat. Fortunately Ju had finally worked out how to get into marina loo.
Visitors denied coffee on grounds of tide + tardiness -Offered 12 diet cokes instead. Turned out the boys had not washed up, so no mugs available.
Michael looked great in the hat.
Set off to see industrial glories of West Wales from the water under motor. Tony worried about Irish Ferry, but in event had no problems spotting it. Genie eventually agreed to go into cabin, but displayed 'breed standard' of animosity eyes throughout voyage. King perfect gentleman + lived up to his breed standard by dozing all day, (mostly) trusting the boys to keep him safe.
By lunchtime in Dale, had all turned into Capn-Birdseye... a situation not improved by G+Ts/Rum and diet coke. Boys finally washed up b4 setting sail (yes really) for marina.
Perfect conditions ? wind+tide both heading straight for the marina -meant we sailed back at twice the speed of the outgoing trip, sails setting perfectly + boys beaming proudly. J+J competed with each other to photograph bouys + occasionally the boys. Genie looked to see if there was any place to hide before huddling into her bouyancy-aid + shutting her eyes until berthed, after which she cheered up slightly, helped by Michael feeding her posh dog biscuits.
Michael dropped his sunglasses into the marina as he tied up -as crew he inevitably works twice as hard as the helm -but otherwise it was the perfect day.
Ju90.02.08.08
Labels: sailing