Day 287 - Trefelia, Wales

A ceramic prototype of Trefelia that all of Emi's family have.

Trefelia in Wales, was our old holiday house back in the day. My Grandparents owned it and then passed it down to their three children in trust. Many years ago Emi and her twin sold their share to my Uncle David who now lives there permanently.

Painting in my Grandmas home.

I have SUCH fond memories of Trefelia as a child, when all of Emi's family would go there on holidays especially Easter and the likes...it was always such a fabulous time for us kiddies as Trefelia is acres of ridiculously green farmy goodness, lush woodlands, gorgeous trickling streams and just picturesque "back to nature".

As kids we used to stop off at Little Chef everytime we were on the way to Wales, so naturally, my Brother and I had to keep up the tradition. :)

Would you like some food with your sauces?? LOL

Mmm buttermilk pancakes for me!! :D

It has been 15 years since I last went to Wales and as my Brother so affectionately puts it...Trefelia is a place that dreams are made of...so I cannot tell you how ecstatic I was that we were going to be visiting there and staying in the cottage just over the common green. :D

What's that in the distance...??!! :D

Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee we finally arrived!! It was just as beautiful as EVER, with the only thing missing being the cows, who Mr Jones no longer farms. Naturally the gardens and trees had grown A LOT but everything was pretty much how I remembered it and my gosh was it stunning!!

My Uncle is currently in the process of extending Trefelia.

We couldn't wait to go walking around the fields after over 4 hours of driving, so we donned the wellies, coats, scarves, jackets, beanies and into the 'typical' Welsh weather and wonderland we went.

Everything is just so fabulously GREEN in Wales...so gorgeously lush.

Cannot tell you how much I simply LOVED the stone walls that are everywhere...amazing.

When I was a little kid, I had a wild imagination, I still do, but I always remember thinking that the moss was a tree's version of a jumper and that the older and bigger the tree got the more 'jumper' it would receive...seeing the moss completely covering the trees and stones instantly brought back that memory of mine...awe...all the trees and stones are at least warm now!! :)

I love Wales so much, everywhere you look is a picture perfect postcard...sadly this beauty is very hard to capture, but I hope you can appreciate my photos and see why it will always hold a special place in my heart. xx