Went for another drizzly morning run - the garbage collectors (or whatever their PC name is now) yelled out - 'Hey, Mrs, the bus stop's back there'.
The B&B has been inundated overnight with foreign students and, as with the tea room yesterday, we wondered what we were doing in a student B&B at this age - we feel we deserve better!
We booked out but left our luggage in a spare room and drove to Machynlleth to see the Piper/Britten exhibition at MOMA. We enjoyed the exhibition, although small, and were pleased to note that it had the support of Clarissa Lewis, Piper's elder daughter, from whom Mike Goldmark is still trying to gain copyright permission. The adjoining Tabernacle was a wonderful space - I'd love to give a lecture there! The town was fascinating, some individual shops, sustainable household and decorating goods, art shops, trendy clothes, organic food etc, presumably some rejuvenation from the Centre for Alternative Technology? We would love to have visited CAT but again time was of the essence. We did have time to pop into a Deli almost next door to MOMA and buy some flavoured vinegars, Welsh mustard (red, fiery and dragon-like since you ask) and a pork and apple pie for Charles' lunch - which he pronounced superb, best pork pie EVER, thin crisp pastry with a lattice top, tasty filling and not all fatty.
Back to Dolgellau to collect all our bags, sort out what we may need in the afternoon, and pack Megan in very carefully on the back seat, taking care to cover her with light waterproofs so no-one sees her - if it rains we'll have to get wet!
This time we drove almost back to the English border to a spectacular waterfall called Pistyll Rhaeadr, which, for reference, isn't near anywhere. Now if the romantic artists and writers were awed by Gordale Scar, what would they have felt faced with this. The fall is higher than Niagara, it was very fierce the day we were there because of the previous days rains, and quite majestic, with a fairy bridge half way down from which spray flew into the air almost reaching the top of the fall.
Feeling joyful to be faced with such a beautiful natural phenomenon, it was at this juncture Libby discovered she had lost her little bag containing not only the lens cloth, but more importantly her memory card with images of Coventry, Ironbridge and Sid.
Yes, you've guessed it, 'Libby's lost her memory' was the continual tease during the remainder of PP3!
And thence back north to our next B&B on the edges of Snowdonia.
The B&B has been inundated overnight with foreign students and, as with the tea room yesterday, we wondered what we were doing in a student B&B at this age - we feel we deserve better!
We booked out but left our luggage in a spare room and drove to Machynlleth to see the Piper/Britten exhibition at MOMA. We enjoyed the exhibition, although small, and were pleased to note that it had the support of Clarissa Lewis, Piper's elder daughter, from whom Mike Goldmark is still trying to gain copyright permission. The adjoining Tabernacle was a wonderful space - I'd love to give a lecture there! The town was fascinating, some individual shops, sustainable household and decorating goods, art shops, trendy clothes, organic food etc, presumably some rejuvenation from the Centre for Alternative Technology? We would love to have visited CAT but again time was of the essence. We did have time to pop into a Deli almost next door to MOMA and buy some flavoured vinegars, Welsh mustard (red, fiery and dragon-like since you ask) and a pork and apple pie for Charles' lunch - which he pronounced superb, best pork pie EVER, thin crisp pastry with a lattice top, tasty filling and not all fatty.
Back to Dolgellau to collect all our bags, sort out what we may need in the afternoon, and pack Megan in very carefully on the back seat, taking care to cover her with light waterproofs so no-one sees her - if it rains we'll have to get wet!
This time we drove almost back to the English border to a spectacular waterfall called Pistyll Rhaeadr, which, for reference, isn't near anywhere. Now if the romantic artists and writers were awed by Gordale Scar, what would they have felt faced with this. The fall is higher than Niagara, it was very fierce the day we were there because of the previous days rains, and quite majestic, with a fairy bridge half way down from which spray flew into the air almost reaching the top of the fall.
Feeling joyful to be faced with such a beautiful natural phenomenon, it was at this juncture Libby discovered she had lost her little bag containing not only the lens cloth, but more importantly her memory card with images of Coventry, Ironbridge and Sid.
Yes, you've guessed it, 'Libby's lost her memory' was the continual tease during the remainder of PP3!
And thence back north to our next B&B on the edges of Snowdonia.
This sign explains why Charles keeps getting the navigation wrong!
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