Baby meets puffin

You can't live in West Wales for long without coming across a puffin in some shape or form. However, the object of the exercise was  really to give the girls a chance to meet the baby who first saw the light of day right here, in our cottage, six months ago.

She's the first native of the place, we believe, for almost 90 years. We only know this because one day long ago a smart car drove into the yard, the door opened and a man, to all intents and purposes American, emerged, announcing, as he pointed to an upstairs window,  that he had been born in that room in 1930-something. His grandparents farmed the the place. He'd emigrated to the US and done well, owned a string of racehorses in Texas. He'd come to show his grandson his birthplace.

I don't know if little Simone will do anything like that,  and she certainly won't remember this meeting, but  all three bonded merrily for an hour or so. 
Simone and her parents will be moving on to a place of their own shortly, but not too far away so she'll still be a Pembrokeshire girl.