Well done Pop for being ready at the appointed time and being such a good co-driver.
We arrived as planned after a lengthy refuelling stop at 'Halfway Garage' 50 odd miles from Lampeter, waylaid or shall I say entertained by a local who had all day it seemed to calculate the price 35 litres of Autogas at 78.9p chucking in a few stories to boot. My fault it was for asking if he was keen on Jeeps as there were 5 or 6 dotted about the place in various stages of repair.
"Love'em I do" pretty much covers it.
We'd brought Bass and a choice of the finest wines and a bouquet of spring flowers for little sis, which comprised of tiny little daffs freesias and hyacinths, and cracked open a few tins without JR even having to prompt, as Cathy dished up the most gorgeous roasted pork joint with utterly melt in the mouth crackling and tiny little sweet parsnips and roasties too of course.
Thomas was on parade complete with rakish new haircut and splendid eye furniture and a rather dapper outfit. Edmund entertained us composing free-form on the piano, sounded something of The Adventures of Robinson Crusoe from before he was born.
And Kate kept very quiet about someone in the next village whose father is a builder and who doesn't have an earing or tatoos either thank you.
JR was the perfect host and aided Chef as we all tucked in to Vienetta for afters. Perfect!
It was a jolly day if a bit dull and damp outside but as Celts(?) we grin and bear with aid of the magic of brewing and a cracking fire to sit around.
Soon it was time to pay our respects to the locals and reprobates at the Foylett Arms for a swift one and the tiniest miniature cigar, before heading back to crack open William's thoughtful Christmas present to 'moi'- 12yr old double matured smoothest ever Scotch Whisky.
After that, um er nuffink!...... nope not a thing.
Next day bright and breezy a slap up custom built full Welsh breakfast with juice and proper coffee thanks be to heavens. Pop spotted Cathy's tyre had a nail in it so Edmund jumped-to and changed the wheel ("My Hero") as he needed a lift back to Swansea Uni. Kate modestly admired her brother with an almost imperceptible flutter of eyelashes.
As per the published detail, Pop and I pushed off at noon or shortly after to many waving hands and wet eyes. Ahh.
We rendez'd with Councillor Tim of Upton upon Severn at the appointed hour and took coffee in the White Lion Hotel and caught up with old times.
Tim was a bit chattier than I as he wasn't up all night playing cards and drinking vodka.
Once again thank you every one for putting (us) up with (us) and see you all again soon.
Mwah Mwah big huggy mwah mwah kisses love Steve
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