A lot can happen in a month. Take January for instance (see this blog).
What didn’t happen during our carefully planned visit to Wales was the birth of Lisa’s sproggling, aka Sienna. Deciding not to start her decent down the painful bits to join us in the real, albeit less comfortable, world, was something of a pain. Well, probably more of a pain for Lisa. However, we decided to put things right.
We secretly booked a flight back to Wales. Well, secret to some. We did tell the airline about it.
The flight was somewhat later than usual, causing us to arrive at the cottage at midnight in a terminally exhausted state.
The next morning we dragged ourselves achingly out of bed to be welcomed by the new day.
The threat of rain hung heavy in the skies. A threat soon to be delivered in terrential style. Possibly nothing unusual for this border village, but unwelcome for those in travel mode.
As we were staying there but one night, provisions were at a minimum. Thus started a desperate search for coffee. On discovering only the abomination that is decaf, we left early on a Costa quest.
We settled on a quaint Tintern cafe, next to the old abbey. After a refreshing breakfast of poached egg on toast, accompanied by a real high caffeine coffee, we were ready to face the day.
Well, it was all worth it. The surprise and delight on Lisa’s face was worth its weight in air miles.
Although, to be honest, little Sienna didn’t seem to give a shit….
Our weary return, but a few hours later, found us happy to be home, happy to have seen our second grandchild, happy to have seen those tears of joy.
Good night
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