The house had many good old days when it was owned by numerous rich people but by the twentieth century it was becoming too costly to maintain and first parts of the grounds were sold off and then eventually the house and its gardens were left to rot.
But in the 1990s a trust was set up and thanks to a rich benefactor the house and gardens were bought and are now run as a charitable trust. The gardens were first to be restored. Work is still being done on them and on the house, very little of the interior of which has been restored as yet.
It's been proven that the cloister garden seen in the photo above existed in Tudor times.
|Upper walled garden (the lower walled garden is given over to fruits and vegetables)|
|The yew hedge/tunnel dating from the eighteenth century|
No oldies' outing is complete without tea and cake in this case, welshcakes. Sadly disappointing. they were served warm but had been heated in a microwave so were vaguely soggy and sorry for themselves. They were served with a pat of butter, which is unusual, but I used it to try and improve the experience. It didn't.
But a very lovely setting for the cafe overlooking the pond.
So that was last week.
There be dragons
This week it was off west again but this time to Kidwelly castle. Now I didn't even know that Kidwelly had a castle but it turned out to be a large and well preserved structure with loads of windy steps, rooms, cellars and towers to explore.
What I had forgotten but Husband reminded me was that this was at one time the home of my ancestors. (I must do a blog post about my illustrious past.)
So it was only fitting that I should sit on the ancestral throne (or possibly a carnival prop).
'You're being very brave,' Husband commented as I made my way up the third storey of winding narrow staircase. I don't do heights well. Or bends. Or dark closed-in spaces.
'I'm getting old,' I said. 'I have to do these things. Even if it is on my hands and knees.'
And there were dragons!
Leaving Kidwelly in search of our second tea break of the day we visited Burry Port. There's not a lot there.
But I did have a most delicious scone with jam and clotted cream in the Harbour Tea Room.
Not that I'm obsessed you understand but when we passed some road signs on the way Husband remarked on the sign pointing to Pembrey air field and I picked out the one pointing to Pembrey tea-room.
Actually Husband shouldn't have been surprised to see Pembrey air field. The last time we passed through we discovered that Amelia Earhart had landed in Burry Port in 1928 becoming the first woman to fly the Atlantic (although that time not as pilot). They'd meant to land the plane in Ireland but had missed in dense fog.
Other little things
On the road to Burry Port we passed two warning signs telling us to be careful 'Otters crossing.'
If you were going to open an Indian restaurant in Burry Port what would you call it?
The Curry Port.