Last weekend we went with a Carly to her family's cottage in north Wales. It was one of those perfect weekends where it was rainy, cold, no heating, muddy and musty. The only real luxury we had was heated mattress covers. It was COLD!! but so much fun! We got up there late on Friday night, Carly and I had already polished off a bottle of red, much to Lachie's dismay. It was pitch black and freezing cold in the house, so we drank some more (strictly to keep warm of course!) and lit the fire, not that it did much at this stage of the night.
Saturday it was raining heavily most of the day but we managed to rug up and go for a walk up the hill to see the sights. Carley's dad came up with some soup, cheese and bread for lunch and in the evening we pulled together an amazing roast lamb and tons of veggies.
Sunday we went for another walk. It started out spectacular and dramatic and ended with pouring rain. After another lovely roast of turkey we attempted to head home...
And this is where the story actually gets interesting - cruising down the motorway about an hour into our journey - the radio dies, and then the windscreen wipers, and then the lights, and then the car. Luckily it died near an SOS phone and in the middle of Birmingham. 45freezingmins later a tow truck came and dropped us and our gear at the central station where we had to clear out the car, say our goodbyes to our faithful old wren and train it back to London! In the mean time Lachie's beers somehow smashed in my handbag and my whole LIFE was covered in Belgium beers. We eventually managed to get back to London by about 1am, absolutely knackered and ready for our next adventure!!!
Some weird looking hairy donkeys
Saturday it was raining heavily most of the day but we managed to rug up and go for a walk up the hill to see the sights. Carley's dad came up with some soup, cheese and bread for lunch and in the evening we pulled together an amazing roast lamb and tons of veggies.
Sunday we went for another walk. It started out spectacular and dramatic and ended with pouring rain. After another lovely roast of turkey we attempted to head home...
And this is where the story actually gets interesting - cruising down the motorway about an hour into our journey - the radio dies, and then the windscreen wipers, and then the lights, and then the car. Luckily it died near an SOS phone and in the middle of Birmingham. 45freezingmins later a tow truck came and dropped us and our gear at the central station where we had to clear out the car, say our goodbyes to our faithful old wren and train it back to London! In the mean time Lachie's beers somehow smashed in my handbag and my whole LIFE was covered in Belgium beers. We eventually managed to get back to London by about 1am, absolutely knackered and ready for our next adventure!!!
Some weird looking hairy donkeys
The Cute little cottage by the streamSally and Carley mud bashing
I also went to Wales the week before to watch the WRC - World Rally Cars - in action in the Brecon Beacon Mountains. Spectacular scenery but miserably cold and wet. No doubt there was still hundreds of crazy people standing in the forrest's and hills watching the racing.
4 times WRC World Champion Frenchman Sebastian LeobSome Sideways action in the FocusThe group of insane people who will stand on a hill in 2 deg conditions with sideways rain!Former world champion Petter SolbergShowing Cardiff how its done
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