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My Once-a-Year Day

After what feels like endless rain, the day was dry, crisp and cold...
The view across Cardigan Island

With a flat, calm sea...

 An essential ingredient for the evening meal was gathered...

 Strange to think that what once lived in a house like this...

 ... can be transformed into something like this...

 Although this was couriered to our doorstep from The Fish Society as a wonderful birthday surprise arranged by Tom. Sadly, it's difficult to buy locally-caught seafood as most of it is shipped abroad.  Eating out can be a bit of a trek too, as we live in such a far-flung place.

 I was thrilled to bits with my treat...

 As you can see from what was left...

 It's probably just as well birthdays only come round once a year!
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Flowerpot said…
What a fabulous birthday treat - and I've just finished Move Over Darling and loved it! Well done Chris xx
30 November 2012 at 02:21
Sarah Tranter said…
So pleaed you had such a wonderful day, Chris. And love that beach! Enjoy the rugby:) X
30 November 2012 at 05:32
Pondside said…
A belated Happy Birthday to you Chris! It looks like it was a memorable one - what a romantic fellow you have!
30 November 2012 at 06:37
Frances said…
What a festive celebration of a Very Important Day for a Very Charming Lady! Happy Birthday to you, Chris!

May you have many more happy returns as well. Bravo to Tom for his bringing in the feast. xo
30 November 2012 at 06:59
Linda Mitchelmore said…
Brilliant blogpost. Fabulous pictures. Maybe you should be like the Queen and have two birthdays??? Just a thought....my vote is in and it's yes!
30 November 2012 at 07:03
Jane Lovering said…
Fantastic! I hope you had a most wonderful birthday, and that meal looks AMAZING!
30 November 2012 at 08:34
DOT said…
Happy Birthday! Remote? You're so remote you fall off the edge of Google Maps where no known life survives.
30 November 2012 at 08:37
Chris Stovell said…
Thank you so much, Sue - what a lovely compliment (big sigh of relief!)x

Thanks, Sarah! I did enjoy the rugby... apart from the beer down my back and losing in the last minute!

Pondside, yes, I picked a good one and I'm grateful for my good fortune, believe me. Thank you.

Frances, how very kind of you -thank you!

Linda, I'm not sure I could take the pace of two birthdays! Thank you for your kind comment.

It was, Jane, such a surprise!

DOT, you've made me laugh - we are perilously close to that point!
5 December 2012 at 03:07
Elizabeth Musgrave said…
I adore seafood so would have been very happy at your table (had there not been a clear gooseberry risk). Know so much what you mean in your post above. Wales is not that easy to traverse. It is far quicker to get to Manchester or even London than to Cardiff and you and I have not even managed to meet! We are, sadly, not on each other's doorsteps.
8 December 2012 at 14:45
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