Far, Far Away... in Wales

Feels weird and good at the same time to be back on the road again. Only had 8.5 days at work after my Scottish mountaineering trip before it was time to head into the wild again. The Welsh coastal wild this time.
So rucksack packed I hitched a lift with a colleague to work last morning. Felt a bit weird with my big backpack and hiking clothes but no one really seemed to bother.

Bus from work to Newport train station to catch the 2:30pm to Carmarthen including my boyfriend who'd come from Bristol.
The weather had been kind the last few days but was throwing a steady spray rain at us right on time for a nice bank holiday weekend. We didn't mind for now as we sat behind the window for the next 2 hours the coach moving ever westwards along the industry-scarred Welsh South coast.

We killed time by munching some salted sweet popcorn which at first I thought was just wrong, but it actually tasted way too good.

Stepped from the train onto the bus for another hour and a half passing through endless boring, deserted villages with those ugly 70s-built houses. It all seems a blur now of the same village over and over again.

Cardigan was a most welcome destination with fairly pretty houses and a faint touch of Aberystwyth flair. Easily found our hotel, which felt more like a working class local pub with some rooms. Don't get me wrong, we quite liked it.

Had a well needed pint at the bar before we walked across the street to the Cardigan Brasserie for food. Rich had found it looking for somewhere to eat and with excellent reviews on TripAdvisor it was our best shot.

Lovely place with amazing but still affordable food and friendly staff. What a nice start into our holiday!!!

Back at the hotel we didn't feel like switching on the smallest tv in the world so we just chilled on the bed for a bit with our bellies full of yummy food and our minds getting into holiday mood.

Killing time on the train

The smallest telly of the world!