We arrived at our Welsh caravan on 3rd March to open it up for the new season, to be greeted with the news the stream which a few dozen yards from our pitch had flooded, invading our next-door neighbour’s garden storage bin, rendering their lawnmower unusable.
Thankfully, ours was okay and we got everything set up in reasonable time, the major snag being the hole in the poo-bag wasting a precious half-hour searching for Sasha’s bowel-dump amid the thousands of poo-shaped/coloured mini pine cones. And the inevitable 3 times it took to reconnect the water hoses after the pressure had blown them off twice. And we won’t go into the gory details about my thumb getting trapped in the collapsible clothes dryer – just thank goodness I always bring ice for the 5pm G&T!
With below-freezing overnight temperatures, we had the gas fire and several electric radiators on all night – a first. We kinda missed the Shrove Tuesday pancakes, but because I had flour, I tried making some for Wednesday breakfast. Note to self: lard works so much better than butter/oil.
A mere fortnight later, the second jaunt couldn’t have been more different. We travelled down in record time – only 2hours/5 mins door-to-door (thanks to absence of loo-stop!) – and were unpacked and settled in after a swift half hour. Glorious!
Spring always brings out the best in Wales with several thousand hosts of golden daffodils, and best of all are the adorable newborn lambs – even the most curmudgeonly grouch couldn’t fail to be enchanted by their antics as they prance, leap and gambol around their ever-vigilant mothers. Proper little joybringers.
This is the farm on my favourite part of the walk around Darowen and, for most of the season, there's a cute farm shop filled with the tastiest courgettes, garlic and a myriad of vegetables. Definitely a highlight of our stays in Wales.
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