Canalside Aberdulais is the place I love to be.
No where near as posh as Brecon
Or Mumbles by the sea.
Our road has a million pot holes
Passing walkers have been know to flea.
When chased by a gaggle of canalside geese
Walking slowly past is the key.
Gargoyles on the cottage wall.
Rosemary by the door
Kitchen you couldn’t swing a cat.
But I couldn’t ask for more.
It’s my little piece of heaven
No where else I’d rather be
Neighbors who are salt of the earth
Who can fix anything with a cup of Welsh tea.
There’s no place I’d rather be
Wood burning stove and hubby I love
It’s the simple things that make a home you see ♥️