Jean Says: After the play last night, (which was very good), in order to mingle with the cream of Milford Haven society, we dropped into the Lord Nelson Hotel for a nightcap. We were met with very suspicious looks, and thought it better to avoid eye contact. I was tempted to say loudly to the bartender "my husband does have Welsh ancestry", as they may have understandably felt threatened by our sophisticated English demeanour. I accidentally smiled at someone on the way out, and was rewarded with a quick nod of the head. I think that if we ever came to live here, with a little effort on our part, they could eventually accept us.
Walking in the dark back to the boat along the cliff above the harbour, we could see the oil refineries lit up like a Manhattan skyline. It looks almost magical at night, whereas during the day, it's just rolling countryside with a few industrial looking bits dotted around.


Is there a party going on?



Today, the weather is diabolical. It's blowing a force ten out in the Irish Sea, and it's raining cats and dogs on us in Milford Haven marina. It's reminiscent of many childhood holidays in rented cottages, usually in wild wet Wales. There isn't a cinema in MH, otherwise we'd go to it and see almost anything, even Kung Fu Panda, but Bob has managed to download an episode of Mad Men, so we're saving it for later tonight as today's high point. Bob's managing to watch the Heineken cup in full crackly colour on the iPad and I'm playing around with my brushes app, and have produced a still life that for me, just about sums up the afternoon. Tomorrow, I may draw an exotic summer scene, but it'll have to be from a distant memory.

Going a Bit Bananas........