Showing posts with label Cardiff Bay. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cardiff Bay. Show all posts

Saturday, 5 November 2022

Rainy mini tour

Rain returned today, and after a pancake breakfast, I took Sara and Ebba down to Cardiff Bay to see the Senedd building and the Millennium Centre. There was a group of young Indian dancers rehearsing on the stage in the foyer for a Diwali celebration concert tomorrow. Unexpected as it was delightful to see.

Alongside the Mermaid Quay the frigate HMS Portland was docked, visiting Cardiff in support of this year's Royal British Legion Poppy Appeal. The last time I saw a ship of the line moored there it was HMS Monmouth, which was decommissioned in June 2021. I guess the Portland replaces that of Monmouth as the city's adopted ship's crew.

The rain eased so, we drove from there to see the Bay Barrage on our way to Penarth and visited the pier for a lunchtime drink and snack. Then we drove on to see Sully Island, By that time the sky was starting to clear a little. Evening sunlight peering through the brooding clouds was a magnificent spectacle. 


We drove home on back roads through Dinas Powis so Sara and Ebba could see a little of the Vale of Glamorgan landscape, with its roadside hedges, ancient farmhouses and churches, quite different from their island home in the outer suburbs of Gothenburg, but nonetheless suburban nowadays due to social changes in my lifetime.

After supper we sat in the lounge and chatted telly off until it was Sara's bedtime. Outdoors a succession of  exploding fireworks punctuated the night. I wonder how much youngsters know about Guy Fawkes nowadays.


Friday, 11 March 2022

River revived

It rained all day until four in the afternoon, so I spent the morning after breakfast working on my Sunday sermon. I decided to continue exploring the Ely river trail, starting from Leckwith hill and walking down river to where it crosses Penarth Road. It's quite a long way back home from there, so I didn't carry on down river to the Bay. I'll keep that for another occasion when I can take the bus out to the same point, as the walk back was on noisy urban roads lined with industrial depots. 

Actually the Ely Trail runs next to the busy A4232, and there's a strip of land covered with briar patches and young trees running down to the water. The construction of the A4232, just fifty metres from the river in places  may have led to the destruction of much of the old flood plain natural landscape. In one place by the river's edge I found a small cast iron object protruding from the river bank, which may have been a mooring post in a previous era, when the river was tidal and navigable to some extent. 

For a century and a half it was heavily polluted and biologically dead, but with the demise of industry in the Rhondda and in the coastal plain, and the advent of modern sewage plants, the Ely, like the Taff has seen the revival of its natural ecosystem ad repopulation with fish and wildfowl. Nobody wanted to own fishing rights to tracts of land along its river banks and nowadays public notices announce that fishing is allowed, something unthinkable in this region when I was young.

On the west bank of the river the trees lining the escarpment down to the water are much older. From where the river runs out of Glanely parish through the coastal plain, it flows more slowly, as meets the water behind the Barrage. Like the Taff, the Ely ceased to be a tidal river at the turn of this century. Perhaps for this reason, reed beds have sprung up along the banks, a great haven for wildfowl. A few of the colony of Swans from the barrage waters make their way upstream here, just as they do on the Taff. It's also desirable habitat for canoeists as well.

So for the second day in a row my daily walk topped twelve kilometres. My feet were really tired when I got back home, and I spent the evening binge watching the rest of the episodes of the German crimmie '23 Murders'. It ends in a way that leaves no uncertainty about the need for a second series, except that there hasn't been one. It was made in 2015, but didn't get screened until 2019. The central story-line is just too implausible to start with, and sub-plots convoluted and hard to follow. Quite bad really, but not in a comic way, as it takes itself too seriously as 'psychological drama'. Quite amusing to watch a really bad crimmie for a change. The fact that it was in German was at least good for my basic language comprehension.

There's been no breakthrough in Ukraine negotiations, but more Russian attacks on cities, with civilian casualties mounting. Three Russian generals have been killed in action so far, plus between two and four thousand troops. With a similar estimate for Ukrainian military losses. The Ukrainian government says that up to two thousand civilians have been killed. Over ten thousand lives lost in two weeks, with signs that things can only get worse, with no respite. How long before the Russians decide that continuing this aggression is unsustainable economically and politically. And what happens then?

Wednesday, 31 July 2019

Bay uplift

After a wet day yesterday when the workmen weren't able to continue stripping the rendering, they returned this morning and continued their daunting noisy task. I was glad to go out and meet Rufus for coffee and chat at Cafe Castan. He's not being treated at all well by those overseeing  his ministry development. In the absence of a diocesan Bishop at the moment, there's no higher church authority he can reasonably appeal to. With no authentic spiritual leadership being exercised, it seems affairs are being managed in a seriously un-pastoral fashion. I don't like it at all. It's destroying that sense of community in faith and trust which Christians are meant to give witness to in life together.

I walked to the Bay wetland nature reserve, after lunch, and was astonished so see scores of swans swimming around in the neighbourhood of the great flyover which crosses the water, joining the A4232 with the central Bay area. There was a pair of ducks I didn't recognise too, and couldn't identify when I looked later at my birdie books. 

Outside the Millennium Centre, Roald Dahl Plas is once more occupied during August by a fun fair with a giant sand pit at the heart of it - all branded as 'Cardiff Bay Beach'. It's an ingenious idea to do something different with this huge open space, a hundred yards from the water's edge, and it looked pretty busy as I passed by. 

Renovation work on on Bute Road railway station buildings is now complete and it looks spruce and clean for the first time in half a century. It dates back to the 1860s when the South Wales Railway line was constructed under Brunel, and a short branch line extended to take passengers down to the cross channel steamers in the docks. It's been semi-derelict and unoccupied for decades, blighting the neighbouring area. It now has space for a restaurant and some offices. I hope they get fully occupied and soon, as this would really enhance this interesting historic locality.

On the way back I met Clare in John Lewis' for a cup of tea, escaping from the house after the workmen had gone for the day. After supper, I whiled away the evening by working my way through several episodes of 'Keeping Faith' series two. It's again filmed in the most beautiful coastal locations in the vicinity of the Gower and Pendine. There's a serious crime thread threaded into a domestic  family drama, beautifully acted, kids as well as adults. What with this and some powerful domestic narratives about sexual abuse and rural housing poverty in the Archers, there's some thoughtful stuff to capture the attention being broadcasted at the moment.