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Sgt. 1st Class Chad Stackpole, Sergeant of the Guard, Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, 3d U.S. Infantry Regiment (The Old Guard), places a rose at one of the four crypts of the Unknowns during his last changing of the guard ceremony, Mar. 14, in Arlington National Cemetery, Va. The placing of a rose at the foot of each crypt signifies a Sentinels' last and final honor before they leave The Tomb of the Unknown. Stackpole served at the Tomb for 22 months and will be reporting to Fort Bragg, N.C., for his next assignment as a company first sergeant. (U.S. Army photo by Sgt. Luisito Brooks)
These lovely cottages are available as holidays lets from the National Trust. No TV, radio or mobile phone reception. Lovely! The lean-to you can see on the right side is an old privvy, sadly full of rubbish during my stay.
From the National Trust website:
"(One of) a pair of pretty semi-detached cottages close to Stackpole Quay. This is a small harbour where in times past coal was imported and limestone exported. Sitting out on the lawn in front of the cottages in the quiet of the evening, the sea can be heard clearly in the nearby bay."
Sgt. 1st Class Chad Stackpole, Sergeant of the Guard, Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, 3d U.S. Infantry Regiment (The Old Guard), places a rose at one of the four crypts of the Unknowns during his last changing of the guard ceremony, Mar. 14, in Arlington National Cemetery, Va. The placing of a rose at the foot of each crypt signifies a Sentinels' last and final honor before they leave The Tomb of the Unknown. Stackpole served at the Tomb for 22 months and will be reporting to Fort Bragg, N.C., for his next assignment as a company first sergeant. (U.S. Army photo by Sgt. Luisito Brooks)
Sgt. 1st Class Chad Stackpole, Sergeant of the Guard, Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, 3d U.S. Infantry Regiment (The Old Guard), places a rose at one of the four crypts of the Unknowns during his last changing of the guard ceremony, Mar. 14, in Arlington National Cemetery, Va. The placing of a rose at the foot of each crypt signifies a Sentinels' last and final honor before they leave The Tomb of the Unknown. Stackpole served at the Tomb for 22 months and will be reporting to Fort Bragg, N.C., for his next assignment as a company first sergeant. (U.S. Army photo by Sgt. Luisito Brooks)
(The title, according to the City Club of SF website; however the Wikipedia article shows a picture of this work with the title 'Bountiful Earth')
...in front of the Pacific Coast Stock Exchange building at 301 Pine Street, in the San Francisco financial district.
More info about the artist and this work:
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ralph_Stackpole
www.cityclubsf.com/new_art_and_arch.htm
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more info on the Pacific Coast Stock Exchange building:
Fourteenth century monument, traditionally said to be Sir Elidyr de Stackpole. The little figures along the base are very lively.
Stackpole Estate is located between the villages of Stackpole and Bosherston near Pembroke, Pembrokeshire. It lies within the Pembrokeshire Coast National Park and is owned and maintained by the National Trust. The property consists of 12 square kilometres (4.6 sq mi) of farmland, lakes, woodland, beaches, and cliffs.
To view my blog from this trip visit the link below.
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These lovely cottages are available as holidays lets from the National Trust. No TV, radio or mobile phone reception. Lovely! The lean-to you can see on the left side is an old privvy, sadly full of rubbish during my stay.
From the National Trust website:
"(One of) a pair of pretty semi-detached cottages close to Stackpole Quay. This is a small harbour where in times past coal was imported and limestone exported. Sitting out on the lawn in front of the cottages in the quiet of the evening, the sea can be heard clearly in the nearby bay."
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Stackpole Walled Gardens, Pembrokeshire. Wales. UK
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Walled Gardens in Stackpole.
www.stackpole-walledgardens.co.uk/
More general photographs at www.flickr.com/photos/staneastwood/albums
Sgt. 1st Class Chad Stackpole, Sergeant of the Guard, Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, 3d U.S. Infantry Regiment (The Old Guard), places a rose at one of the four crypts of the Unknowns during his last changing of the guard ceremony, Mar. 14, in Arlington National Cemetery, Va. The placing of a rose at the foot of each crypt signifies a Sentinels' last and final honor before they leave The Tomb of the Unknown. Stackpole served at the Tomb for 22 months and will be reporting to Fort Bragg, N.C., for his next assignment as a company first sergeant. (U.S. Army photo by Sgt. Luisito Brooks)
Sgt. 1st Class Chad Stackpole, Sergeant of the Guard, Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, 3d U.S. Infantry Regiment (The Old Guard), places a rose at one of the four crypts of the Unknowns during his last changing of the guard ceremony, Mar. 14, in Arlington National Cemetery, Va. The placing of a rose at the foot of each crypt signifies a Sentinels' last and final honor before they leave The Tomb of the Unknown. Stackpole served at the Tomb for 22 months and will be reporting to Fort Bragg, N.C., for his next assignment as a company first sergeant. (U.S. Army photo by Sgt. Luisito Brooks)
Another fab weekend in Pembrokeshire, enjoying better weather than London - and making the long awaited visit to the legendary Mrs Weston's Tea Shop!
On Friday, Hazel and I followed our usual routine for the our journey west - taking the mid-afternoon train to Newport where we rendezvoused with Dave for the drive on to Steffi's.
As is traditional, we prepared for Saturday's stroll along the Pembroke Coast Path with a Friday night feast of Steffi-curries - and a snifter of whiskey to see us on our way to Newgale for a night in the 'van. We slept well.
Saturday dawned sunny, and after a leisurely breakfast we set off, Dave at the wheel, destination: the National Trust car park at Stackpole Quay for a circular(ish) walk, combining the Pembroke Coast Path with the National Trust Stackpole Estate.
From Stackpole Quay we walked along the coastal path to Barafundle's beautiful beach and flower-filled woods, onwards to Stackpole Head for the nesting seabirds, rock windows and the eponymous stacks masquerading as wizard hats and seals. Next up Broadhaven South - another expanse of golden sands - although by now the sun had given way to sea mist, making for pleasant walking but gloomy-looking photos.
Crossing the Castlemartin firing range we arrived at the tiny chapel of St Govan's, and then looped back towards Broadhaven turning off into the sand dunes and overgrowth to make our way to Bosherston Lakes. Lilies galore; people too. A lone swan gliding through the lily beds.
Emerging into the NT Car Park at Bosherston, we homed in on the holy grail of Mrs Weston's Tea Shop, AKA (if all you have to go on are the signs) Ye Olde Worlde Cafe. If I tell you that panini and filter coffee are considered new-fangled additions to the menu, you'll appreciate that the name is apt. Proper big tea pot of tea, with a large ceramic jug of hot water for topping up (itself topped up with alacrity), "two beans and cheese on toast" came just as hoped - not beans with a sprinkling of grated cheddar, but 1xbeans on toast and 1xcheese on toast. Plus an array of traditional condiments: salad cream, Branston pickle, English mustard. TAY-STEE.
We completed our loop back to Stackpole Quay across and alongside Bosherston Lakes and the Stackpole Deer Park, which we felt justified another cup of tea / coffee and giant slices of cake / scones at the Boathouse Tea Room before a final stroll to Stackpole's stony beach for fossil fossicking.
Back at Newgale, we indulged in Mohitos and many rounds of Uno. As night fell on the longest day, the skies turned pink before giving way to a bright crescent moon, planets and stars.
Sunday - the traditions continued: a stroll along Newgale beach, heading south along the cliff path this time, before driving back to Steffi's for one of Maurice's Marvellous Sunday lunches. Hazel and I succumbed to the post-prandial snooze for most of the drive back to Newport as a result. Another tradition - sorry Dave!
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I spent a week staying at Stackpole Quay (on the coast south of Pembroke) in a National Trust holiday cottage, Byre 2 - part of a group converted from a farmstead.
Another fab weekend in Pembrokeshire, enjoying better weather than London - and making the long awaited visit to the legendary Mrs Weston's Tea Shop!
On Friday, Hazel and I followed our usual routine for the our journey west - taking the mid-afternoon train to Newport where we rendezvoused with Dave for the drive on to Steffi's.
As is traditional, we prepared for Saturday's stroll along the Pembroke Coast Path with a Friday night feast of Steffi-curries - and a snifter of whiskey to see us on our way to Newgale for a night in the 'van. We slept well.
Saturday dawned sunny, and after a leisurely breakfast we set off, Dave at the wheel, destination: the National Trust car park at Stackpole Quay for a circular(ish) walk, combining the Pembroke Coast Path with the National Trust Stackpole Estate.
From Stackpole Quay we walked along the coastal path to Barafundle's beautiful beach and flower-filled woods, onwards to Stackpole Head for the nesting seabirds, rock windows and the eponymous stacks masquerading as wizard hats and seals. Next up Broadhaven South - another expanse of golden sands - although by now the sun had given way to sea mist, making for pleasant walking but gloomy-looking photos.
Crossing the Castlemartin firing range we arrived at the tiny chapel of St Govan's, and then looped back towards Broadhaven turning off into the sand dunes and overgrowth to make our way to Bosherston Lakes. Lilies galore; people too. A lone swan gliding through the lily beds.
Emerging into the NT Car Park at Bosherston, we homed in on the holy grail of Mrs Weston's Tea Shop, AKA (if all you have to go on are the signs) Ye Olde Worlde Cafe. If I tell you that panini and filter coffee are considered new-fangled additions to the menu, you'll appreciate that the name is apt. Proper big tea pot of tea, with a large ceramic jug of hot water for topping up (itself topped up with alacrity), "two beans and cheese on toast" came just as hoped - not beans with a sprinkling of grated cheddar, but 1xbeans on toast and 1xcheese on toast. Plus an array of traditional condiments: salad cream, Branston pickle, English mustard. TAY-STEE.
We completed our loop back to Stackpole Quay across and alongside Bosherston Lakes and the Stackpole Deer Park, which we felt justified another cup of tea / coffee and giant slices of cake / scones at the Boathouse Tea Room before a final stroll to Stackpole's stony beach for fossil fossicking.
Back at Newgale, we indulged in Mohitos and many rounds of Uno. As night fell on the longest day, the skies turned pink before giving way to a bright crescent moon, planets and stars.
Sunday - the traditions continued: a stroll along Newgale beach, heading south along the cliff path this time, before driving back to Steffi's for one of Maurice's Marvellous Sunday lunches. Hazel and I succumbed to the post-prandial snooze for most of the drive back to Newport as a result. Another tradition - sorry Dave!
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Sgt. 1st Class Chad Stackpole, Sergeant of the Guard, Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, 3d U.S. Infantry Regiment (The Old Guard), places a rose at one of the four crypts of the Unknowns during his last changing of the guard ceremony, Mar. 14, in Arlington National Cemetery, Va. The placing of a rose at the foot of each crypt signifies a Sentinels' last and final honor before they leave The Tomb of the Unknown. Stackpole served at the Tomb for 22 months and will be reporting to Fort Bragg, N.C., for his next assignment as a company first sergeant. (U.S. Army photo by Sgt. Luisito Brooks)
Another fab weekend in Pembrokeshire, enjoying better weather than London - and making the long awaited visit to the legendary Mrs Weston's Tea Shop!
On Friday, Hazel and I followed our usual routine for the our journey west - taking the mid-afternoon train to Newport where we rendezvoused with Dave for the drive on to Steffi's.
As is traditional, we prepared for Saturday's stroll along the Pembroke Coast Path with a Friday night feast of Steffi-curries - and a snifter of whiskey to see us on our way to Newgale for a night in the 'van. We slept well.
Saturday dawned sunny, and after a leisurely breakfast we set off, Dave at the wheel, destination: the National Trust car park at Stackpole Quay for a circular(ish) walk, combining the Pembroke Coast Path with the National Trust Stackpole Estate.
From Stackpole Quay we walked along the coastal path to Barafundle's beautiful beach and flower-filled woods, onwards to Stackpole Head for the nesting seabirds, rock windows and the eponymous stacks masquerading as wizard hats and seals. Next up Broadhaven South - another expanse of golden sands - although by now the sun had given way to sea mist, making for pleasant walking but gloomy-looking photos.
Crossing the Castlemartin firing range we arrived at the tiny chapel of St Govan's, and then looped back towards Broadhaven turning off into the sand dunes and overgrowth to make our way to Bosherston Lakes. Lilies galore; people too. A lone swan gliding through the lily beds.
Emerging into the NT Car Park at Bosherston, we homed in on the holy grail of Mrs Weston's Tea Shop, AKA (if all you have to go on are the signs) Ye Olde Worlde Cafe. If I tell you that panini and filter coffee are considered new-fangled additions to the menu, you'll appreciate that the name is apt. Proper big tea pot of tea, with a large ceramic jug of hot water for topping up (itself topped up with alacrity), "two beans and cheese on toast" came just as hoped - not beans with a sprinkling of grated cheddar, but 1xbeans on toast and 1xcheese on toast. Plus an array of traditional condiments: salad cream, Branston pickle, English mustard. TAY-STEE.
We completed our loop back to Stackpole Quay across and alongside Bosherston Lakes and the Stackpole Deer Park, which we felt justified another cup of tea / coffee and giant slices of cake / scones at the Boathouse Tea Room before a final stroll to Stackpole's stony beach for fossil fossicking.
Back at Newgale, we indulged in Mohitos and many rounds of Uno. As night fell on the longest day, the skies turned pink before giving way to a bright crescent moon, planets and stars.
Sunday - the traditions continued: a stroll along Newgale beach, heading south along the cliff path this time, before driving back to Steffi's for one of Maurice's Marvellous Sunday lunches. Hazel and I succumbed to the post-prandial snooze for most of the drive back to Newport as a result. Another tradition - sorry Dave!
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this lovely lane near Scrubby Bottoms woods at Stackpole - is lined with Ramsons garlic. The smell is so fresh and wonderful as you drive along
Stackpole Woodland Estate
Yellow flag iris - not yet in flower there (in my garden they are haha) I love the ripples up the leaves
Capt The Hon Ronald George Elidor Campbell, serving in the Zulu war 'fell on the Zlobani Mountain March 28th 1879, in the performance of a most gallant deed' (More commonly called Hlobane Mountain) : detail
Another fab weekend in Pembrokeshire, enjoying better weather than London - and making the long awaited visit to the legendary Mrs Weston's Tea Shop!
On Friday, Hazel and I followed our usual routine for the our journey west - taking the mid-afternoon train to Newport where we rendezvoused with Dave for the drive on to Steffi's.
As is traditional, we prepared for Saturday's stroll along the Pembroke Coast Path with a Friday night feast of Steffi-curries - and a snifter of whiskey to see us on our way to Newgale for a night in the 'van. We slept well.
Saturday dawned sunny, and after a leisurely breakfast we set off, Dave at the wheel, destination: the National Trust car park at Stackpole Quay for a circular(ish) walk, combining the Pembroke Coast Path with the National Trust Stackpole Estate.
From Stackpole Quay we walked along the coastal path to Barafundle's beautiful beach and flower-filled woods, onwards to Stackpole Head for the nesting seabirds, rock windows and the eponymous stacks masquerading as wizard hats and seals. Next up Broadhaven South - another expanse of golden sands - although by now the sun had given way to sea mist, making for pleasant walking but gloomy-looking photos.
Crossing the Castlemartin firing range we arrived at the tiny chapel of St Govan's, and then looped back towards Broadhaven turning off into the sand dunes and overgrowth to make our way to Bosherston Lakes. Lilies galore; people too. A lone swan gliding through the lily beds.
Emerging into the NT Car Park at Bosherston, we homed in on the holy grail of Mrs Weston's Tea Shop, AKA (if all you have to go on are the signs) Ye Olde Worlde Cafe. If I tell you that panini and filter coffee are considered new-fangled additions to the menu, you'll appreciate that the name is apt. Proper big tea pot of tea, with a large ceramic jug of hot water for topping up (itself topped up with alacrity), "two beans and cheese on toast" came just as hoped - not beans with a sprinkling of grated cheddar, but 1xbeans on toast and 1xcheese on toast. Plus an array of traditional condiments: salad cream, Branston pickle, English mustard. TAY-STEE.
We completed our loop back to Stackpole Quay across and alongside Bosherston Lakes and the Stackpole Deer Park, which we felt justified another cup of tea / coffee and giant slices of cake / scones at the Boathouse Tea Room before a final stroll to Stackpole's stony beach for fossil fossicking.
Back at Newgale, we indulged in Mohitos and many rounds of Uno. As night fell on the longest day, the skies turned pink before giving way to a bright crescent moon, planets and stars.
Sunday - the traditions continued: a stroll along Newgale beach, heading south along the cliff path this time, before driving back to Steffi's for one of Maurice's Marvellous Sunday lunches. Hazel and I succumbed to the post-prandial snooze for most of the drive back to Newport as a result. Another tradition - sorry Dave!
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Flowering Wild Garlic discovered in the woods of National Trusts Stackpole Walled Gardens, Pembrokeshire, Wales, UK
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Another fab weekend in Pembrokeshire, enjoying better weather than London - and making the long awaited visit to the legendary Mrs Weston's Tea Shop!
On Friday, Hazel and I followed our usual routine for the our journey west - taking the mid-afternoon train to Newport where we rendezvoused with Dave for the drive on to Steffi's.
As is traditional, we prepared for Saturday's stroll along the Pembroke Coast Path with a Friday night feast of Steffi-curries - and a snifter of whiskey to see us on our way to Newgale for a night in the 'van. We slept well.
Saturday dawned sunny, and after a leisurely breakfast we set off, Dave at the wheel, destination: the National Trust car park at Stackpole Quay for a circular(ish) walk, combining the Pembroke Coast Path with the National Trust Stackpole Estate.
From Stackpole Quay we walked along the coastal path to Barafundle's beautiful beach and flower-filled woods, onwards to Stackpole Head for the nesting seabirds, rock windows and the eponymous stacks masquerading as wizard hats and seals. Next up Broadhaven South - another expanse of golden sands - although by now the sun had given way to sea mist, making for pleasant walking but gloomy-looking photos.
Crossing the Castlemartin firing range we arrived at the tiny chapel of St Govan's, and then looped back towards Broadhaven turning off into the sand dunes and overgrowth to make our way to Bosherston Lakes. Lilies galore; people too. A lone swan gliding through the lily beds.
Emerging into the NT Car Park at Bosherston, we homed in on the holy grail of Mrs Weston's Tea Shop, AKA (if all you have to go on are the signs) Ye Olde Worlde Cafe. If I tell you that panini and filter coffee are considered new-fangled additions to the menu, you'll appreciate that the name is apt. Proper big tea pot of tea, with a large ceramic jug of hot water for topping up (itself topped up with alacrity), "two beans and cheese on toast" came just as hoped - not beans with a sprinkling of grated cheddar, but 1xbeans on toast and 1xcheese on toast. Plus an array of traditional condiments: salad cream, Branston pickle, English mustard. TAY-STEE.
We completed our loop back to Stackpole Quay across and alongside Bosherston Lakes and the Stackpole Deer Park, which we felt justified another cup of tea / coffee and giant slices of cake / scones at the Boathouse Tea Room before a final stroll to Stackpole's stony beach for fossil fossicking.
Back at Newgale, we indulged in Mohitos and many rounds of Uno. As night fell on the longest day, the skies turned pink before giving way to a bright crescent moon, planets and stars.
Sunday - the traditions continued: a stroll along Newgale beach, heading south along the cliff path this time, before driving back to Steffi's for one of Maurice's Marvellous Sunday lunches. Hazel and I succumbed to the post-prandial snooze for most of the drive back to Newport as a result. Another tradition - sorry Dave!
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