This cannot surely be the shortest route – via Wrexham for Llangurig, but we got there. A number of great discoveries later, an Azada being one of them, great for the back, great for the garden. You always see them in the background on films about agriculture in Africa, the forked version – great for the weeds. Our hosts invite us for supper, the sloes we picked earlier finishing off the meal as a topping to an apple cake. Brains pubs have always been a favourite, Aberdyfi has two! The town nestles alongside the Dyfi estuary like a mini Oban, houses painted, one rail track in or out. Sadly we drive. Up to CAT, a long overdue visit. More discoveries, some plants for the garden plus a mind full of wonderful ideas to green the home, most completely impractical for the non-homeowner. ho-hum. Next stop Llangybi, friends who have acquired a rather large plot of land. ‘So any ideas what we can do with it?’ I promise to send details of a Cruck frame building which might become a hideaway and bird watching post. The charms of the north west fade with torrential hail and roads turning to rivers for the end of the marathon. The Cat is fulminating at the cattery as we arrive home!
I’m not here. I’m so small and insignificant that you will just pass me by without as much as the blinking an eyelid, in fact what you think is me is actually the blanket I am lying on. I am but a figment of your imagination, so please ignore what your mind is telling you and leave me in peace to sleep a while longer. Thank you. The Cat.