More Cake!

It's my Godson's first birthday today and he's having a party tomorrow (or at least, his mum's inviting family and friends over for the afternoon).  I offered to make the cake as the birthday present.  My back and pelvis are killing me now from the time it took me hunched over the kitchen units.  I have a bit of pelvic girdle pain/posterior pelvic pain because of the pregnancy, right at the bottom of my back, deep inside on the left hand side behind that little dimple - standing for too long tends to make it worse though walking around is fine. Prepping the Christmas meal I did for the 12 of us had me barely able to move and I was limping like Long John Silver!  I got stuck on R's bed once when she wanted a cuddle at bedtime, it really wasn't funny - took me nearly 15minutes to manoeuvre myself off and as I was desperate for the loo it really didn't help (only just made it in time, how embarrassing that could have been! ).

Anyway, I digress - this should be about cake!  An Iggle Piggle birthday cake to be exact.....

I'm pretty pleased with it although admittedly I think it could be better - but you don't get better without practice, right?  I was rushing it a bit at the end because of the aching - and I cocked up one of his arms while shaping it and had to cobble another together with the bits of cake that was left (which wasn't much).  Overall though, I'm happy with it and as my Godson is only one I'm sure he won't be too critical! :-D

Today is mostly about....

....the early morning bubble-wrap disco.

1. Forgetfully leave bubble wrap from previous days package delivery in an obvious and easily accessible place.
2. Allow four year old daughter to discover said bubble wrap and spread it across the kitchen floor.
3. Four year old daughter then proceeds to the dressing-gowned, barefooted bubble wrap disco-stomp while you attempt to carefully squeeze around preparing breakfast as "you're not allowed to pop the bubbles mummy!"
4. Post breakfast persuade, blackmail or otherwise move daughter onto bedroom and bathroom for getting dressed purposes.
5. Ten minutes later express confusion at daughter's sudden disappearance.
6. Follow popping sound back to kitchen where second bubble wrap disco stomp is in full swing.  
7. Fact: Wearing school shoes makes for a better bubble popping experience.

Be joyful, keep the faith and do the little things.

Yesterday morning we packed a picnic while pondering whether it would be a good idea as intermittent showers (or miniature deluges) sped across the skies and soaked the green outside our house - but a picnic can be eaten in the car so we packed up and headed across to St David's; me, husband, daughter and dog.  I'd suggested taking the short, narrow lane down to St Non's Bay as although I've walked that stretch of coast before, I'd never stepped off the coastpath to explore the sacred spring (or holy well) or ruins of the chapel.

There was no rain on arrival, the sky was blue and the clouds were dispersing  We squeezed together to enjoy the picnic in the car before heading down towards the well and the chapel ruins.  There's a small shrine with a statue of the Virgin Mary situated just to the north of the well  and water flows as a stream from underneath.  When we visited there was also a picture of the Pope propped on the ground beneath the shrine, I'm assuming it's the current one and R wanted to know who the strange man in the picture was!  The problem with trying to explain a picture of the Pope to a four year old is it ends up being more than you anticipate.  "He's the head of the Catholic Church" inevitably leads to the question of what is the Catholic Church, basic explanations regarding a section of Christianity/group of Christians leads to questions about who Christians are, further explanations relating to belief in God are then met with "What God?".  Ah, good question, uhhhh - we'll leave that one for her to work out for herself when she's older.  My husband just laughed  and declared her a natural born Atheist ;) 

Shrine to the Virgin Mary

The spring itself exudes a sense of peace - it's sheltered below the lie of the land and catches the sun; add the sound of flowing water and you have the perfect place to be caught in a moment of meditative reflection.  The story goes that when St Non gave birth at this spot (to the baby who would grow up to be St David) the spring water suddenly started flowing from the ground.  It's very much a place to pause and reflect - although with R, husband and dog charging off through the kissing gate into the adjacent field where the chapel ruins stand, pausing and reflecting was carried out in a very short space of time.  I would like to go back some time by myself, to spend a bit more time in that quiet place - and although it is said to be one of the most sacred wells in Wales, I suspect the spring was a sacred place long before the Christian Church dedicated it to St Non.

There's not much left of the Chapel - it passed out of use after the Reformation and over time fell into ruin.  Regardless, R enjoyed exploring it.  The slab in the corner (in the photo) is inscribed with a cross within a circle - St Non's Cross - it was originally found in the same field as where the chapel stands but may not originally have been part of the site.  It's about 12-1300 years old!

Ruins of St Non's Chapel

Scattered around the field where the ruins stand are a number of small standing stones (most, less than three feet high).  Most of the information I've found suggests it may or may not be a stone circle, but probably indicates bronze age habitation.  I'm inclined to lean towards the idea that it *is* the remains of a circle as looking at them from above the field (where we parked the car) they form a rough circle, with a slightly larger stone further north reminiscent of the position of the outliers at Gors Fawr Stone circle near Mynachlogddu in the Preselis (I'll have to write about them sometime!).  It's suggested that the position of the outliers (which are north-east of the circle there) is possibly connected to the midsummer sunrise - maybe the original layout of the stones at St Non's means the same.  It's another reason it feels like the area was sacred long before the Church found it - after all, it's well accepted that churches were often built within areas already considered sacred.   

R Checks out one of the standing stones - seeming less than impressed.

Beyond the field we wandered the coast path for half a mile or so - the rain of the past few days making it a little treacherous in places but mud is half the fun.....

Even when you're a grown-up! .......

And although explaining geology and geography and coastal processes to R was possibly a bit beyond her age.....

Coastal erosion in action - check out that arch ;)...

....And that stack formation ;)

You don't need to understand it to be able to appreciate the scenery.........

Nothing beats Pembrokeshire on a sunny day - though I may be biased!

After our muddy trek along the cliffs and back to the car we headed for home - with a brief stop in St David's to visit the Cathedral.  It's another favourite place of mine.  It nestles in a shallow valley, so unlike many other Cathedrals which seek to claim a high spot.  And although I've visited many that have been awe-inspiring in their architecture, and the skill that went into their construction (Wells and Salisbury Cathedral are two that spring to mind) St David's Cathedral is comforting in it's simplicity and feels more connected with the landscape around it.  For me it reflects it's construction in faith - the more impressive Cathedrals often seem to be more about power and suppressing those at the bottom; combined with something a little more presumptuous that seems to compete with the God it's built for.

St David's Cathedral

We thought to spend a little time hunting inside for the hidden green man in the arches above - I've seen him before but had forgotten where.  Sadly, on this occasion the only green men we found were the ornamental ones for sale in the Cathedral shop and as R was growing tired by this point we thought it time to head home.

R's too tired to walk ;)

One thing did strike me as we ambled among the vaulted ceilings - there was a display near one of the internal chapels relating to repairs carried out, and written within the display were the words I've used to title this blog entry: Be joyful, keep the faith and do the little things.  They refer to the last words of St David's and I think, for me they epitomise the best way to live (regardless of how you might define 'faith' - even if it has no spiritual or religious meaning we all have faith in something).  Yesterday was a day  of joy, and today carried on the theme with walks down to the river and splashing in muddy puddles.  And the little things?  I guess that's the day to day bits that might make another person smile - and it's not just the doing, it's the noticing the little things too :)

Noticing the beginnings of spring.

The things they say...

I can never keep up with all the little things that R says, and the odd little conversations we have - sometimes cute, sometimes profound, often vaguely insulting!  I regularly wish I could grab those seconds and record them for ever, sometimes I update them as my Facebook status because it's the quickest way to make a note.  So much happens and it's so easy to forget.

So far this morning we've had.....

R:  How did it go last night mummy?

Me: It was lovely, we had lots of yummy Chinese food.

R:  Did you use chopsticks?

(that was one of those moments where I wonder how she knows things - She's four and we've never used chopsticks at home or been to a Chinese restaurant as a family.  I know she must have learnt things from Cbeebies, or stories we've read or nursery but it's still one of those "Oh!" moments, that delight in learning something about R that I didn't know before).

We've also had the cute....

"Mummy!  I've got chicken wrinkles again!"

(she meant goose bumps!)

The slightly gross.....

"Mummy, my poo looks like a wolfs head"

 (I know we like to avoid shame associated with bodily functions but maybe that's going a bit far - although at least this time she didn't request I take a look!)

And finally, the typically insulting.....

"Mummy, your breath smells like dog food"

Thank you so much fruit of my womb!  Although, the comparison was probably fair as at that point I hadn't cleaned my teeth.  At least you can trust small children to be completely honest (blunt!) about things.

I hope I can capture those little moments through the years.  Not just the words, but the pictures and the stories that go with them.

Cake!

I really need to motivate myself to shower and get ready for the day, but after a very enjoyable Chinese meal out last night with friends for a 50th birthday I'm suffering an incredible MSG hangover which does nothing to inspire me to get moving! I knew there was a reason I rarely ate Chinese food.

On the plus side - the birthday cake was enjoyed by all. A Big Bang Theory inspired chocolate sponge. I rushed it a little so I felt it was a bit scrappy but still. Mmmmm......cake!