As suspected, it rained in Wales at the camp ground.

The hour and a half drive took two and a half hours after we stopped by the hardware store to get some candles and a picnic blanket, a traffic light on a road had gone out and no one knew what to do and so figured the best thing to do would be to not move, and well, it’s the summer and kids are off school!

We arrived to the camp site and most of the sites had been taken, so we got the one next to the emus – no seriously, there were actually emus about a foot away from our tent on the other side of a fence.

The location was stunning – high up in the mountains with green green trees everywhere, and a country pub called Pen-y-cae Inn and waterfalls down the road.  What more could I ask for? Jock had done his research and found the most gorgeous area. I couldn’t tell you the name of the campground because the Welsh have really weird names for stuff – oh, just found it – Dan Yr Ogof Caves, right next to the Cefn Yr Erw Animal Sanctuary, Henryhd Waterfalls. Yup, like I said, weird!!

As we set up the tent, the heavens opened just for us! Luckily, Jock’s training in the African safari paid off, and we got it up in under twenty minutes. That’s when the gnats attacked – we didn’t know to what extent until later.

A nice dinner over at the Pen-y-cae, and back to sleeping in the tent.

I have no room for my legs to stretch, which means Jock doesn’t either.

Tent not set up right and wind swirls around us – a feeling like it will be lifted off the ground – no such luck.

Eight hours of rain, wind, stiff legs and fifteen minute intervals of sleep does not a happy camper make.

Jock wakes up with 93, count them, 93 BUG BITES on his legs!!!

Rain is not stopping.Can’t see five feet in front of us.

Time to reassess the plan – coffee and tea later, we decide to pack it up while we can.

Hour and a half back to Bristol and the sun, internet and computer on…

NEW PLAN FOR SATURDAY: WINDSOR, ENGLAND (yes, that’s where the castle is and the Queen spends her weekends)

It must have been meant to be because as soon as we arrive, there is not a cloud in the sky and the only hotel available is in Eton (next to Eton College – where six centuries – not generations, but centuries – of boys have studied). The Christopher Hotel was perfect, as was the location, as was the weekend, as was the weather.

If Windsor is fit for the Queen, than it’s fit for me!

Camping will have to wait for another time…

If you want to see pictures of our trip, click HERE.

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