“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! |
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 |
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