Got back last Friday from a week’s holiday in South Wales with the usual ex-Warwick suspects. Total head count this year was twenty-five adults, by my reckoning, with a further eight little ones. The
Thursday: stayed overnight at the Wheelwrights Arms, and met up with Simon (Bath RT and ex-colleague of
Friday: Shopped in Bath in the morning, sat in traffic en route to Wales, arrived at Plas Glansevin and flopped.
Saturday: A lazy day. Faffed around in the morning, then headed into Llandovery for the farmers’ market (bought elderberry jam and a nice piece of Welsh black beef) and a cream tea with the Mapes. Cream tea passable, service poor, didn’t tip. Took the
Sunday: Weather hot. Again, faffed around in the morning while contriving a plan to go to the beach. Lost argument for a trip to the Cardigan Bay coast (Mwnt, Tresaith or Llangranog) in favour of the Gower (in fairness, it would have been a bit of a hike) and set out with the Mapes and the Lloyds. The Lloyds fell by the wayside, so just the Mapes and the Garks had a picnic on Broughton Bay. Introduced the
Monday: Weather hot again. Headed off to Carmarthen in the morning to try and find i) sandals and ii) sunglasses for the
Tuesday: Rained overnight, and looked like it was going to rain again, so headed off to the caves at Dan yr Ogof with the Mapes and the Lloyds. Weather held out fairly well until the afternoon, as did my back from carrying the lad around the caves. The first caves seemed to wow the lad, while the waterfall in the Cathedral cave reduced him to a state of slack-jawed ecstasy. Didn’t enter the Bone Cave, mainly because of the long flight of steps to get to the entrance. Also, dinosaurs go ‘rawr’ according to the
Wednesday: In a doomed attempt to educate the
Dolaucothi has been further developed since I was last there (probably about twenty years ago). They’ve now made the Long Adit accessible to wheelchairs and pushchairs, so the
Thursday: Our penultimate day in the house, so we decided to take the
Post-castle, headed for Dinefwr Park, just outside Llandeilo. Unusually for an NT property, the building contents had been sold off before they took possession, so they took the decision to refurnish the house to a date in 1912 rather than try to recreate its most recent inhabited state. The result was that you had a house where all the artefacts could be handled and which wasn’t cluttered with the accumulated bric-a-brac of the previous owners – they’d also done some excellent social history work on the below-stairs staff in the house.
Dinner was an avocado, bacon and black pudding salad, since almost everyone else had buggered off to the pub. Would have been nice to have been told about this, since our opportunities for going out sans
Friday: Still feeling poorly from the night before, so no breakfast. Packed the car, and ineffectually helped clear the house (extra kudos to Mark for collecting the contents of the bins in the rooms). Drove into Llandeilo, which is really rather nice (bit of a shame that we hadn’t got to it earlier in the week – Kav’s given a much better account here), and then settled in for the drive back to Southampton. Stopped off en route in Coleford to visit another of
There were a (very) few (very) minor niggles with the week:
- It’s a bit of a shame that there was no big communal meal (for the grownups, rather than for the kids and parents) as there has been in some previous years. The kitchens were a decent size, and we could have easily managed that.
- We missed the previous holiday at Plas Glansevin, so we also missed the accompanying pre-holiday discussion about local amenities. We really need a wiki for these things. I’ll look at setting one up for next year.
- I’ve realised that I rather miss the communal activities that have been organised in previous years, such as Steve Shipway’s treasure hunts or Pete and Kav’s Great Egg Races. I hereby commit myself to organising at least one thing along these lines for the next holiday.