Back From Wales, Finally
Finally managed to haul my arse back from Wales. Not through lack of trying. The weather sucked the big one. Let’s face it, who wants to fly down the M4 when it’s gusting 100mph in the wrong direction. Got as far as Bristol, and decided to chuck in the towel. Ended up in Portishead. Not much going for it apart from the band, and they fucked off years ago.
As for the mini-break, we made it to the Brecons. Lovely to look at, boring as shit for the pigeon. Nothing doing whatsoever.
Best we did for action was a couple of ducks:
And even they pissed off after five minutes:
Not that it mattered. Couldn’t understand a word they were saying anyway.
So – it’s back to the concrete just in time for Christmas.