Leicester->western Wales->Leicester. bloody exhausted (ok i admit my dad drove there and i drove back). we went to scatter the ashes of two of our relatives in their favourite holiday spot from the 1940's - off Barmouth Bridge. except the damn tide was out so we had to walk all the way to the other side of the bridge (takes about 10 mins to walk!) and scatter them within a stone's throw of the tollmaster's house! luckily he wasn't on duty.

had a lovely Sunday dinner in the Last Inn, stroll around the beach, and then back home. enjoying the totally twisting Welsh roads :eek:, then we drive past an accident involving five cars! i dont think anyone was too injured tho. then got raced by a chav girl in a 100NX thinking it was a.... well... the next two up ;) :rofl: couldnt stop PMSL! (sadly we were in my dad's rover 214 so we got beaten)

so im going to make some sandwiches and go bed.

Sounds like a bit of an adventure there fella :D I don't mind wales only the stupidly thin roads and caravans :rant:

awe.. sweet dreams!