I decided that my German houseguest needed to see more of the UK than just Oxfordshire, so we took a trip down the A40 and I introduced her to Wales.
The first stop was Raglan Castle which looks remarkably like this:
Or, from another angle, it looked like this:
Then we hit nearby Abergavenny for some spicy mushroom soup. Well, we had spicy mushroom soup, we didn’t go there just for that, obv. Anyway. That looked like this:
Then we went on top of the Blorenge and, with great predictability, the weather clamped down and tried to blow us/rain us off the mountain.
We got down to the Usk valley and felt the need for coffee.
I decided to try and put another part of my past behind me, so we went to Llansantfraed Court for refreshments.
That’s where Sophie and I got married.
And yes, it did feel like closing another door.
We had a bit of a chat, Heike and me, as we sprawled across the couch in front of the log fire.
I tried to explain how having another human being around has helped keep me sane during such a critical week.
She looked faintly embarrassed.
I tried to teach her how to pronounce Llansantfraed.
She kept making it sound like ‘handsome Fred’.
Anyway, we are home now.
We’re going to watch ‘Paul’, then eat the vegetable stew that Heike cooked yesterday, and then we’re going to watch Grosse Pointe Blank.
We seem intent on drinking much cider.
I might be asleep before the evening is concluded.