“What can it be?” we cried as we squinted in the unfamiliar light. “Could it be the sun – remember that from Spain?”
Yes, the sun has come out in Wales. It’s extremely exciting, and the locals are baring their translucent white legs in fear that this week might be all they get of summer. Yesterday it reached 28 degrees – unheard of in this part of the world in May. Kath is almost melting in the heat, which is hilarious to an Australian. This time last week we had a maximum of 11 degrees.
|Barbecuing in the evening - what a treat!|
So we’ve been out and about. I can get around a lot better now and we’ve been to Anglesey for lunch, taken the Festiniog Steam Train to Portmadog, and taken a train ride up Snowdon, the highest peak around here. Of course we've also been in ducking into pubs to have pint in the sun, there are a lot of very cute pubs around here. I feel it's our duty to visit them all. Lawrence is trying to drink his body weight in beer whilst we are in the UK. It’s been quite a week.
|Snowdonia National Park|
|Festionog Steam Train|
I’ve also starting pulling out the tatty stuff from the new home (still nameless). I’ve ripped out curtains, thrown out nasty cushions, an old pot, the ancient satellite TV equipment, the fridge!!! Well Lawrence and Pete threw out the fridge. We needed a new fridge as the old one was the smallest fridge in the world. One couldn’t fit wine AND tonic in it, let alone food.
This coming Wednesday I get my walking cast and we are heading off to Scotland (driving, not walking) to visit Lawrence’s sister in Glasgow and friend Maggie in Dingwall (just north of Inverness).
That’s all from us, must get outside to top up my vitamin D levels whilst I can.
|The View from the Front Garden|