Forgive me, I haven’t been in touch for a while.
I’ve been abroad, over the border, across the water.
To Wales. For the Weekend.
Wow. Not a Washout. We enjoyed sunshine. Warm, dry, crinkly-eyed sunshine.
It’s worth writing about, because it’s the first time I’ve been to Welsh Wales for many years, having sworn never again – after two or three soggy, sodden, torrential, miserable visits in a row – would we venture into the land of Barabrith, Laverbread and Leeks.
We’ve all been there, flicking through the glossy Travel Section, pausing over some quaint Fisherman’s Cottage, or Shepherd’s Retreat. Or Drover’s Den.
What fun! Log burners, and Scrabble, and walks along the beach…
The reality is the log burner spews out the cheap wet hunks of whatever, bought from the petrol station, and Scrabble ends in tears, too much cheating, too few vwls, and walks along the beach are tricky in Force 9 hail storms.
NO INTERNET. NO FOOTY ON SKY.
NO GARLIC/ROCKET or Organic Ice Cream. No Villa Maria.
Back to basics. But who wants basics? On holiday? Who wants to be wet, and cold and somewhere else?
So this weekend was a gamble. An outside chance. And it galloped home. I’m even thinking about booking again. But the possibility of four consecutive days of sunshine is remote.
For the time being, I’ll look at my photos and smile – warmly – inwardly, and share two or three.
So no bijouterie or beautiful bits and bobs today.
PoshPedlar’s been in Wales.
4 responses to “Windy Wales Weekend with Windmills”
Wales without winds. ..
is like England without rains.
Great photos! I have fond memories of playing board games on vacations!
Looks wonderful, haven’t been for years but may have another go at Wales after seeing your photo’s!
Take your wellies, just in case!