Dear Godfrey- You write so sweetly of Punakaiki, your fine Christmas Day…instead of sitting sad, I returned this year on horseback. Remember when we trekked? in the snow and cold to Barafundle Bay.
It remains today as wild, no car park or cafe.Down the steep, rugged track I led Rowan, my good horse. Snow heavy, mud frozen, Loo a long drop in the bracken and gorse. We snort at danger you would cry!!!.Galloping on childhood pony bold.The wet snow stung our cheeks, clung to shaggy coat and mane.We rode the length of Barafundle Bay, then back again, laughing on that long past, Welsh Christmas Day.
Purloined Haggis cooked on the campfire. Mince tarts and forbidden swig of Brandy snitched from my dad.Every year we escaped from home, rode horseback to Barafundle Bay. And every year you said,” this is the best Christmas Day I’ve ever had.”…Wherever you are tonight, if by chance you sit adrift and sad, remember the beauty of Barafundle Bay, and best days of adventure you have ever had…Love From Beatrice..