The Albatross
Today was a long driving day that got a bit longer than intended when our GPS took a short cut. We were just heading south down through Snowdonia to the Southern Welsh Coast. There is a decent A road, which whilst still twisty and slow, is drivable. However, the GPS found a short cut over a mountain on extremely narrow windy roads. It was pretty, but there are no photos as there was nowhere to stop. Tuna was driving (very well) and I was trying not to make panicky noises as trees and walls passed cm’s from my head. Eventually the short cut ended and we just had to deal with caravans (there are caravan parks everywhere here, and they seem pretty damn full) and slow-moving objects.
We thought we’d grab a coffee in Aberystwyth which was a tremendously poor decision. It was a beautiful sunny Saturday and everyone was out, cars everywhere, people walking down the road as the pavements were chockers and parking nightmarish. We eventually found a spot at a supermarket and joined the throng. It has a pretty seafront, but that’s all that’s here. The coffee was mediocre but better than that we had with breakfast (although the breakfast was great).
Down the much-improved road through rolling country side for a late lunch at Cardigan (it was a big breakfast). A lovely bowl of chowder down by the river was lovely and quiet and calmed the soul a little.
Then the final haul to Milford Haven down in Pembrokeshire. It’s a small little port town (has been since the Middle Ages). There nothing much here, but it’s only one night. The poor bartender is on his own and there is a throng in. He is drowning massively, but it does slow the beer intake.
