Welsh weekend

Saturday started with a sleep in then in the car up to the valleys of South Wales. A guy from work, Huw,  was playing in a cover band at a little festival for charity in a village called Deri, the festival is called Glastonderi, because some sound engineers who do Glastonbury give their time to this gig. I followed my GPS out of Cardiff, up the motorway, through a few towns thinking I was on the right track. Then the GPS took me left off the main road then up narrow lanes, then I was in the middle of nowhere on top of a hill surrounded by nothing but sheep. The sheep have tails here. "Something to hang on to" according to the locals. I would have taken a picture with it was Pissing Down Rain (now to abbreviated to PDR as I will get sick of typing it). Then my GPS went dead, while it was PDR on top of a hill full of tailed sheep. So I just headed down the hill and around a few corners till  I came to a village. Luckily it was Deri.

Local AC/DC covers for local people, same the world over.

The festival was how you'd imagine. Local cover bands for local people. Its a different world up there. Women from 16 to 69 took their fashion cues from "Snog Marry Avoid". Lots of pints were drunk in the tents which smelled of vinegar from all the chips and bacon sandwiched being eaten. I lasted till 6pm, the took the main road out of time for an easy drive back.
Today I drove to Bath to meet up with Rob & Liz and the kids. Great to catch up with someone from home, even though its only been a week. We walked around town with all the crowds of tourists. These tourist towns are shitting me already. Rob and Liz went into the Roman Baths, I went to the pub. When they were finished we all went to the pub. Cider.Actually sunny today, not PDR for a change.
Kirsty from Fuji Australia arrived today so I took her down the bay to gloat about my flat and have some dinner and catch up.

Queueing British national passtime

North Wales tomorrow, working at Bangor.