Conwy to Llandeilo

After a wonderful night’s sleep in the arms of the wind both inside and out, I was startled awake by my alarm at 7am. Shower, dress, pack, and down to breakfast by 8.30 and on the road to Llandeilo. (I think I have the spelling correct, but I haven’t a clue of its correct pronunciation)

Driving over hills and through the greenest of valleys, we couldn’t fail to spot the sheep; thousands of them dotted on every hillside and in every field.  I had started uttering sheep noises when we saw our first sheep after leaving Heathrow; well, to be truthful, not when we saw our first sheep, but when someone mentioned sheep, and I continued this the whole trip.  After a while, I noticed that Kiryn was giggling at every single baa-aa-aa, so I thought I’d keep it up. So as not to disappoint me, I think, she giggled every single time, sometimes, almost inaudibly.  Then we saw some cows that someone commented on and I dutifully mooed. No, I am not going crazy; well, at least I don’t think I am! (No comments please…) Of course, Elizabeth spied some horses to which I tried to whinny- not well- and then reverted to my bleating. I think I must have been a sheep in a former life. J

The beautiful countryside

Through rain and wind Lorelle drove until we reached the village of Rahyader close to the English border where we stopped for a bite to eat at the first café/bar we saw open. I ate a lamb and vegie pie, washed down with a Fentiman’s real ginger beer. The weather continued to deteriorate with rain increasing and the wind gathering strength and becomingly bitingly cold. It blew through all of my clothes and I was pleased we were parked only a very short distance away. We reached Llandeilo soon after- it was not nearly as far as I had imagined and we had driven all the way from the north coast of Wales to near the southern coast in a few hours. Wales really is a small country.