Llandeilo

Room 1 at the White Hart..my room

View from my window

trying to self-portrait in the cheval mirror in my room

On arrival, the White Hart Inn’s manager escorted us to our rooms. We were even given a choice of rooms! How’s that for service? Lorelle and Kiryn chose a large room with a big bathroom, but will be on top of a disco on Friday night, while Elizabeth opted for a smaller room away from the noise.  I have discovered I love noise- I feel more part of the world around me when there’s lots going on- and I abhor silence; it just doesn’t feel natural somehow. When there’s silence, I provide my own noise: coughing, singing, snoring…

Due to the inclement weather and the state of my locks, I had the intention of staying in and washing them, but was distracted by David Copperfield. Not the real David sadly, but one of the movie versions. I was drawn completely into this Dickensian world- maybe I had been primed by the Great Expectations series- and I could not bear to miss a single minute, and it must have been at least 3 and a half hours long!

Consequently, I didn’t make it down to dinner on time. Everyone had already ordered. Fortunately, I had looked at the menu in my room (during the ad breaks) and had decided on seafood: cockles and bacon for entrée, and Scampi for mains. I’d never had cockles before- they were tiny but scrumptious! I ordered a bottle of Johnny Q Australian Chardonnay, which went down a treat. I wound up finishing the whole bottle myself! Although I was no longer hungry, I couldn’t resist the bread and butter pudding. Yes, you guessed it! It was the best bread and butter pudding I have ever had! It was hot, creamy and pure heaven. I savoured every mouthful. Our waitress was delightful- probably the first Welsh person we’ve met- there are a lot of English living in Wales these days, and who could blame them, it’s a beautiful country.

Just had to climb the stairs to my room where we watched the third and final instalment of Great Expectations, followed by Notting Hill. It’s so long since I’ve watched it I had forgotten how funny it was. Maybe it was the chardonnay that improved my sense of humour?  Anyway, my laughter kept me awake until the end of the movie, and that’s quite an accomplishment lately. Staying awake, I mean. I am sure I have some kind of sleeping sickness… maybe it’s just travelling that’s so tiring.