Sorry for the break in transmission, it has been a bit nuts lately.
A slightly belated birthday greeting to H, my S-in-L.
Spent a very enjoyable night at Llangoed Hall recently (http://www.llangoedhall.com/). It’s a renovated country house hotel in mid Wales, between Brecon and Builth Wells. It recently was named 2nd in the Wales hotel of the year awards.
I can see why. Class. Just class. The sedate and hushed tones make it a perfect getaway from the chaos that is the rest of the world nowadays. Reading room, snooker room/library. The service is impeccable and reverent. In the first restaurant/hotel review for this blog, I can highly recommend it - especially when the winter sale makes the prices far more accessible than the usual £200 - £400 per room per night.
2nd review - Bunch of Grapes in Pontypridd. Welsh gastro pub of the year. Don't know exactly what a gastro pub is though - anywhere you can get a pie & a pint? Anyway, had an excellent mixed grill (steak, liver, pork & leek sausage, belly pork, duck egg) & C chose a spicy pork and prawn noodle thingy. Both were very well received, and were washed down with a bottle of Wild Rock sauvignon blanc from New Zealand.
The food (& drink) miles don't bear thinking about, but the food and service is superb. Again, highly recommended for a quiet relaxed evening out. (www.bunchofgrapes.org.uk)
Travel note of the week
Enjoyable - I must be the only person who seems to find the Valley line services from Cardiff up to Pontypridd OK. Sometimes you don't get to sit down for a few stops, but at least they turn up. Well most of them.
Aggravating - Fog lights. The clue is in the name. So why do people (not to generalise, but usually driving a "hot hatch" and wearing a burberry baseball cap) drive around all day and night whatever the weather with their fog lights blazing? Isn't this an offence just like driving at 2mph over the speed limit?
Rugby note of the week
The highlight of the rugby world this past week has to have been the train crash that was Gareth Thomas on Scrum V. "Gar", as he was affectionately called by "Jif", rightly said that the press liked all the stuff surrounding Mike Ruddock's departure as they sold more papers. His "performance" on TV certainly padded the papers for the rest of the week.
Gareth clearly wears his heart on his sleeve on Welsh rugby matters, and will be missed by the Welsh team this weekend. Hope you get well soon Gar.
Interesting fact that may only interest me – 6th January was the last time I saw a live game of rugby. As a card-carrying member of Ebbw Vale RFC that’s a surprisingly long gap in the middle of the season.
Squirrel notes
Finches, tits and doves abound in the garden of chez VJ. They loiter in the nearby trees on lookout for squirrels, cats and mongrels. When the coast is clear they take turns to move to the advance position on the telephone wire before swooping down for nuts and stale bread.
In other garden news a wonderful new arbour (a garden seat with stuff over it) was constructed last weekend. I say constructed. It was screwed together from the sections that B&Q provide. With the instructions being written by someone who has no more than nodding acquaintance with the English language though, I thought it was quite a feat of engineering.
Running notes (an occasional series)
Two 5k runs this week. Bit fresh of a lunchtime in Bute Park mind you. Got to find where I put my running gloves. Either they got lost during the move or else the squirrels have nicked them.
Had a discussion over cycling and running etiquette with a woman on a bicycle whilst crossing blackweir bridge. She was trying to overtake and said that I should have let her cross ahead of me on the narrow bridge over the Taff. She was annoyed at my apparent lack of manners in this matter. When I pointed out that there was a "cyclists dismount" sign, manners didn't seem to matter as good old anglo-saxon was invoked. Oh, the world we live in...
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