I want to tell you about the weekend.
I do.
That's the whole sodding point of this page.
But I can't.
Firstly because too much happened, and secondly because much of what happened shouldn't, strictly speaking, have happened at all, and almost everything happened in places it shouldn't have.
But, in much the same way that the Roman élite having orgies where they ate their fill, vomited and ate their fill again was an indication of sound agriculture, great wealth and the slide into decadence and the fall of empire, I can pick a few things that may give you an idea of the kind of weekend I had.
- I slept a combined total of 6 hours over the Friday and Saturday nights
- I ache all over
- There was a cow who strutted past our tents to the rhythm of Beyoncé's 'Crazy in Love' and seemed to like it when we sang it as she went by
- One of the many times I woke up, I was leaning with my back to the ancient stones of a castle wall on a hummock of grassy earth with both the dawn sun and the nose of a golden labrador in my face
- There were a lot of sausages
- I didn't experience a single moment of hangover
That should just about do it.
Did you find the Gower "stunningly beautiful"?
It happens to be one of my favourite places for walking.
Other good things about Wales:
The tow-path at Llangynydr
Llangorse Lake
The Boat House
Southerndown
Rachel singing "Gwlad Gwlad.."..always brings a tear to my eye
Camping and walking at Rossilli Bay
A pint of Brains in the Windsor or the Beverley
Bargoed Rowing Club Male Voice Choir
...and much much more
It was stunningly beautiful, yes.
I am going back one day, anyway. I've already promised.
So the Welsh named a whole Peninsula after a former English cricket captain? There's lovely isn't it?
Glad you enjoyes it. Oh,and good luck for tomorrow :-)
Glad you enjoyed it. Good luck for Krissa's visit.