Hope everyone had a good Easter break, we are back from Wales - more of that later. I took lots of stuff with me to work on but way underestimated (a) my own capabilities and (b) the amount of time actually available in between digging on the beach, and generally wandering about - this was no quilt retreat. However, before I went I did sandwich my depression block top - here it is, don't know what happened to my maths capability either because if you look you will see there is a scant 1 inch of spare backing at the top and bottom - I assure you I didn't mean to be quite so parsimonious as that. So far I have only managed to quilt about a quarter of the top, I'm using the peacock feathers that I've seen on Tazzie and Tanya's blogs and I must say I like them even better than meandering. I can only do it in short bursts though - I use up a full bobbin and that's about as much as I can do in one go.

The weather in Wales was superb, as you can see from the photos. Our family has been going to the same place, Tywyn, in Gwynedd, since the 1940's.

In those days my Nan and Grandad took my Mum and her brothers when they were children and camped. Then when static caravans took over they would rent a caravan and eventually my Mum bought a caravan on the site and my uncle has one too. When I was little we used to go on there on huge long holiday trains with many carriages from Birmingham but now hardly anyone goes on holiday by train. Whilst the weather was good, my Mum's caravan is quite old and on it's last legs, it had developed a couple of leaks in the water pipes over the winter so I couldn't have a shower and it may have been lovely in the day but it was bloomin' freezing at night. The photos are of Aberdovey, the next town along the coast - there was an article about it in one of the UK newspapers which described it as stepping back into the 1950's - and that's just what it is like, very unspoilt and traditional. DS loves to dig in the dry sand and you can collect bucketfuls of shells, and in Tywyn there are rock pools to fish in - a kid's paradise but not so attractive to my 17 year old daughter, who stayed at home with her Dad so it was just me, my Mum and my son who went. By the way - I haven't altered the colours in the photograph, the sky really was that blue, in early April, in Wales. (For those of you for whom the significance of this is lost, the weather in Wales is famous for rain and lots of it. But when the sun comes out it is heaven on earth.)