Chris' parents have a cottage there right by the sea. It was lovely. That was my bank holiday weekend. Driving to Wales. Eating far too many sweets on the way back. Listening to Christopher snore. Getting a bit bashed with lover boy and his parents when we went out for dinner. Not understanding a word of Welsh (it sounds like backwards english mixed with Russian to me). Can you Llangurig? Neither can I. Here are some key photos.
Also I have a job where I'm being paid now. I'm a junior publicist or at least I believe that's my title. I want to go back to Wales soon though. So many sheep and cows on the way there. I ate fish for dinner however. Also that sign that says Leominster, my dad's name is Leo and I thought it was funny. It took me about 20 attempts to get the sign however. Christopher got angry with me at one point because I wasn't reading directions but trying to take a photo of that bloody sign, that let me add, is all over the place in Wales and an hour into England. This Leominster is a strange place. And can you pronounce? I bet you can't (if you're not english and/or welsh).
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I preferred Welch.
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