Welsh Wanderings...

Self catering holidays are definately lovely, but there is a lot of work to be done either side isn't there?  Not so much the washing, but more the unpacking of random things which got stuffed in the car any which way 'cause you just want to get home'. Think babybel stuffed in a small ugg boot and you kind of have the idea..........

I still haven't located my phone charger, but have come home with the camera charger which we left at the cottage last time we went in May - So a fair swap i think.

Anyway, here are a few little highlights of our Welsh holiday.......


Obligatory viewing of Welsh steam train. Willow cried the sort of cry you would expect from a 1 year old when a noisy train passes and then unexpectedly toots it's tooter - horn? er what is it called ?!

A rare opportunity to play in an old phone box. Which i think was more for my benefit than anyone else's really.

Picnic with friends, We managed to turn up without the vast majority of the things we needed, but still had fun and made do. Some of my fondest memories as a child involved going on picnics and having to cut cheese and bread with anything i could lay my hands on, and fully intend to carry on the tradition. 

Then there was lots of lovely Autumnal light....

I am still recovering from the coastal walk where I took this picture. But with scenery like this, it's hard to stay inside with your feet up. The dreaded chronic fatigue still likes to come on holiday with me, but looking at these pictures make the forced days in bed seem a bit more worth it. 

And Dad, this one is just for you......

We ended our jaunt with a bit of time with my family, these are two of my three siblings, who are indisputably the best anyone could ask for. They are as lovely as they look in this picture. The sort that just turn up at your holiday cottage, do yesterdays washing up, cook you a delicious roast, wash up again and then help you pack up and clean up after a weekend of mess they didn't create. They are a little barmy tho, there is no denying that. But that is why I love them. 

So until next time Wales, i bid you farewell.