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Love Welsh Cakes as much as we do? We have decided to declassify our Welsh Cake Secret Recipe and to share it with you all! Are you ready to sweeten your hands? Dydd Gwyl Dewi Hapus to all our followers.     

– 675 g of self-raising flour
– 330 g of butter from a local supplier
– 255 g of caster sugar
– 3 local eggs
– A few sultanas
– 2 teaspoon of mixed spice
– Love

How to:
1. Mix all the ingredients in a large bowl, creating a firm dough ball.
2. Roll out the dough 1cm thick, and then slice it into rounds.
3. Carefully, give the rolls a heart shape with a biscuit cutter.
4. Shallow-fry them in a pan using a little local butter. Fry both sides until they are golden-brown while you taste our local beer Red Grouse, produced by Vyrnwy Brewing Co. Our pastry chef Bill advises: Please be extra careful here because if you fry them too much they start to kind of melt.
5. Finish them in the oven for five minutes at 160 °C. This step is our secret key, so please don’t miss it!
6. Place them in a plate, dusting a bit more of caster sugar while they’re still hot.

Mwynhewch eich bwyd!


Books and Daffodils around the Lake


This year St Davids Day and the World Book Day overlap! So we were wondering how to set up a link between both festivals when a happy stroke of luck turned our attention into a well-known poem about the daffodils, by Wordsworth. Reading it, we just realized that one of its stanzas worked really well at certain picture of the Lake opened in one of our screens at that moment. Et voilà! Such a serendipity the one we had today.

I wandered lonely as a cloud 
That floats on high o’er vales and hills, 
When all at once I saw a crowd, 
A host, of golden daffodils; 
Beside the lake, beneath the trees, 
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. 
Continuous as the stars that shine 
And twinkle on the milky way, 
They stretched in never-ending line 
Along the margin of a bay: 
Ten thousand saw I at a glance, 
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. 
The waves beside them danced; but they 
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: 
A poet could not but be gay, 
In such a jocund company: 
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought 
What wealth the show to me had brought: 
For oft, when on my couch I lie 
In vacant or in pensive mood, 
They flash upon that inward eye 
Which is the bliss of solitude; 
And then my heart with pleasure fills, 
And dances with the daffodils. 

Have an exciting read today and a happy World Book Day!📚