This week has been a little dull. I got my lights fixed at last, and I’ve had a quote for a complete rewire of my house (scary!). My car was serviced, and had a new gear linkage fitted. Other than that I’ve just been slowly coming down from the Xmas high.
I went for a drive on Saturday. It was a lovely sunny day, so I had the roof down on the car. It was cold, but the heater works well. Coming out of Shrewsbury after a quick bit of shopping, I saw a sign for Welshpool, and decided to go that way. Upon arrival in Welshpool, I looked at the map, and realised I wasn’t all that far from the coast of Cardigan Bay, so I carried on.
Eventually I arrived at Barmouth, a slightly dingy seaside town, in an absolutely gorgeous setting. The town is set against a backdrop of rocky Welsh hills to the east, with more hills to the south, and a huge sandy beach to the west and north.
The tide was out, so I went strolling on the beach, and watched the sun setting over the sea. As the sun went down past the horizon, I headed back up to explore some of the hills, and spent a very enjoyable hour or so clambering about on rocky terrain, until I realised it was getting quite dark, and I should probably go back to town before things got tricky.
I hunted around the small town for somewhere to get something to eat, but everywhere seemed to be closed, apart from a small amusement arcade on the promenade, and a National Milk Bar. For some reason I’ve never trusted National Milk Bars, so I avoided it, and instead jumped into my car and headed back east. I ended up stopping at a Little Chef, and the National Milk Bar probably would’ve been better.