This morning I celebrated Mass at St German's in honour of St Monica mother of St Augustine whose feast day is tomorrow. It's an occasion which figures in our family memory, as our eldest daughter Katherine was born on St Augustine's Day in the old St David's hospital on Cowbridge Road, here in Cardiff, forty years ago. Strange to have daughter who's forty, when you hardly feel that age yourself (sometimes). The facade of the hospital building remains, albeit converted into apartments - I wish they'd get the clock on the tower above the old main entrance working once more. The rest of the site has been turned into apartments, plus a much smaller medical specialist centre for older patients. So different from its glory days as a top maternity unit.
After lunch we drove down to Cold Knap in Barry for a walk along the cliffs to Porthkerry. There was a strong wind off the sea, but it wasn't uncomfortably cold. The tidy was right out and on the turn, crashing in on the vast bank of pebbles by the time we left. Most stimulating, and guaranteeing a good night's sleep.
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