Off to Ireland today! Very excited. I was quite disappointed that we didn’t get to pop over last year. Chris has determined that the ferry from Fishguard is the way to go as it’s the […]
2014 – Day Ten
A day to explore The St David’s coastline. We set off to the beach which is renowned for surfing and sure enough there are quite a few brave souls in the water. We aren’t here […]
2014 – Day Nine
Still in Newport. Still no data, still no phone. Can’t book the next site. Can’t book the ferry to Ireland. Increasingly frustrated. So I decide to take on the help desk. And I get disbelief […]
2014 – Day Eight
Travel day today. we set off up the M4 and a series of other main roads to head towards Newport. As usual, I fall asleep. I can’t say that I find main roads that exciting. […]
2014 – Day Seven
Just the one squirrel this mooring. And he was even more skittish than yesterday’s trio. Still, he turned up, so he gets some nuts for his efforts. We’re off to Cardiff today. The best way […]
2014 – Day Six
Wales. The land of the unusual language that challenges any attempt at pronunciation with almost no vowels and only streams of constants. In a stroke of interesting timing, I am presently reading Richard Burton’s diaries, […]
2014 – Day Five
Staring to feel like I’m on holiday. This is the first day without domestics to complete. There was a small blow to plans yesterday. Last year we had access to unlimited data on a very […]
2014 – Day Four
I awake to “pssttt…..SQUIRREL!!!!” Chris has made friends with a local who happily takes almonds then cherries as treats. He knows the rules of polite nut engagement and is a happy start to the day. […]
2014 – Day Three
Domestics. A trip to Tescos to stock up and again marvel at the variety and extent of summer produce that is laid before us. I’ve been dreaming of the berries and they are just as […]
2014 – Day Two
Ah. The joys of travel at surely not hidden in the concept of transit. It is but to be endured for the greater purpose of arrival. Still, at least it’s an A380 which isn’t bad […]
Miss Baci Travels 