This trip to Wales I have managed to shake off that life-long itchy feet feeling I've always had when I've even thought about this side of Chester.
We've even had the Welsh drizzle and that didn't put a dampner on my change of heart. I'm staying in a yurt, with big sister Sally, in Cynwyd (Cunwid) surrounded by pine trees and pheasants. And hens. And a couple of dogs. The hills are rolling. There are a lot of sheep. And I mean a lot. So while we're here yurting we're looking at houses. Welsh ones. The first was approached down a farmer's track (potholes and mud) then a slide down some steps. By the time we had arrived I knew it was getting taken off my shortlist pronto. Then the estate agent lady opened the door. And we were greeted with the rank smell of damp. I hate damp. So I hate the word moist and hate actual damp smells. There's a theme. House number two was a different matter. Loads of character, a small paddock (or lumpy grass), uninterrupted views to some hills at the front and sheep on all sides. So that one is a firm possible maybe. Anyway - bagel has been inhaled, second cup of tea nearing completion and the sun is out. Time to get a wriggle on and find some steep roads to scare the shit out of Sally.
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