Aliens

I was born in Wales.....I'm Welsh. I moved to Pembrokeshire in my mid 30's.
It's great living here on top of the mountain , fantastic views over the mountains, sea and valley.
In the spring we can be in brilliant sunshine and watch the sea mist creep into the harbour and wind it's way sinuously up the valley until everything is shrouded except the mountain tops.
It's like being in another world, mystical. Alien but supremely beautiful.
Sometimes it's very lonely and wild and it's easy to imagine your the only person in the world......thats usually when i start shouting at the sheep!

I did say in my profile I was a little on the edge!

We only moved 100miles and even though my partners parents come from this area and he and all the children are bi-lingual we are still regarded as aliens, incomers.
The bloke 2 farms away moved less than 20miles into this area and even he isn't thought of as a local.

Having said that we've been made very welcome and when our house caught fire a few years ago, the local people rallied round and offered great support.

The locals are a little odd. Well I guess we must be the odd ones really been as we're in the minority.
It's joked that all the brains moved out and everyone else interbred. It's certainly the case that practically everyone is related.
Theres evidence for this in the local pub which hasn't changed much since the first world war.
Well it's been redecorated, paint and wallpaper but all the furnitures the same and also the pictures, which have been occasionally added to.
On one wall is the picture of the Queen, a very young queen; on another is a picture of the Duke of Windsor (the one who abdicated) and a lovely picture of a soldier with his beloved that must date from the great war.
Through the hatch in the wall, an older lady of indeterminate age (somewhere between 65 and 80) will serve you beer from a jug, with hands in fingerless gloves. Her blue and white check nylon apron covering a dull skirt and jumper and her wrinkly brown woollen stockings end in a pair of sturdy shoes.
Her eyes twinkle with amusement as she barks at you " YES" This should be translated as what would you like to drink? or how can I help you?
She's a woman of few words you might think and you'd be wrong. For as soon as you have settled with your pint, she's in through the door and seated in her comfey armchair rattling off questions like a bren gun firing bullets.
Astute and knowledgable she will dish out advice on every conceivable subject whether you require it or not.
It's like someplace out of the film deliverance!