I would say it’s good to be home, but it’d be a lie. :( I love being by the seaside, even in rainy Wales.
I know some of you are probably bored titless by holiday posts, so I’ve prepared a comment for you to copy and paste.
Because parts of it are generated randomly by PHP, all comments will be different and therefore I’ll think you lovingly hung on every word It didn’t actually work because of my crappy weblog system (which will be rewritten) so here (and I’ll just pretend you read everything)..
I’m glad you’re home! It wasn’t the same without you.
I’m glad to hear you had a great time, your photos are just amazing!
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Anyway, let’s go back to Friday. First was the early morning rush-packing because none of us packed earlier and I don’t know why. After getting everything packed into Karl’s Mum’s car we set off… 30-odd miles down the road someone coming the other way starts flashing his lights and doing a ’round-y round’ motion with his finger. After resisting the urge to do a certain other motion with my finger, I listened to Karl debating the sanity of this weird wave-y guy and then came to the conclusion that there was probably a speed camera-wielding maniac police officer further ahead or some dickhead driving too fast in the piss-pouring rain had crashed.
Unfortunately for them it must have been the latter because moments later we were over-taken by a noisy multi-coloured blur which I assume was a speeding police car. We watched lots of people turn around in the road and pulled in to consult a map — deciding to take a back road which, looking back, was probably a stupid idea… we almost had a crash of our own due to a close encounter with another car coming the opposite way on a single-lane road.
Arrive at the caravan after another few hours and unpack. Wrap myself up in a giant orange condom (waterproof poncho) for a quick trip to the beach where I collect a few shells, grab some disgustingly greasy fish and chips from a disgustingly greasy chip shop ‘salesperson’.
Saturday was fun, we went to Portmeirion (where the Prisoner TV series was recorded) and that was interesting. The buildings were groovy and we went for a long woodland walk where I was crapped on, and where Robins performed tricks for peanuts. Alright, I lie, they didn’t perform tricks, but the cheeky buggers certainly didn’t hesitate to approach us for them.
Sunday.. we took a trip into Barmouth (oh, yeah, that’s where we stayed) Town and took a picture of “arousal cafe”.
We popped in to the Centre of Alternative Technology for a bit of “you should recycle more” guilt tripping — more walking and a bit of interesting education on clean living and the benefits of solar power/etc. There were some interesting chickens…
After what seemed like a never-ending journey we arrived home to discover that the electricity had been ‘tripped’ while we were gone and the two fridges and the freezer had been off all weekend. What little food was left from before the holiday was ruined, so we had to go emergency shopping.
So now we’re home. I have a new rainbow cup, some paintbrushes that Karl’s Mum bought me and a desire to go and run out into the sea. Not quite possible on the outside of Shrewsbury though.