I’ve just had a nice long weekend away. Away from computers, mobile phones, and all my other everyday crap. I went to Wales with four mates, staying in a cottage in the middle of nowhere. All very lovely. Anyone who remembers my previous problems with driving a car may be surprised to know that I drove all the way from central London to the Welsh coast without any problems at all. It was good to do it, too. Every possible road condition encountered: the stop start jams of London, motorways, A roads, thru’ small towns, along winding thin country roads, all the way down to crossing a cattle grid and going up a mud track to the cottage itself.
Mainly, we were there to hang out with each other. These are mates that live in England so I don’t see them as often as I’d like to. So we did the required amount of drinking, giggling, eating Jaffa Cakes, and playing Scrabble. We played Headers and Volleys on a cliff near the sea, we went to a slate mine, and we spent a day in Portmeirion.
For those of you who’ve never been to, or heard of, Portmeirion, it’s a village built from scratch by this old posh fella. It’s nicely eccentric and probably most famous as the setting for the sixties TV show, The Prisoner. Well worth a visit if you happen to be out that way.
Anyway, one more day in London, then I’ll be properly back to the world of computers, drawing stuff, blogging, replying to emails, deleting spam, and generally wishing I was back in Wales.