I was on an epic journey home yesterday from Ireland, via a very early start, a post-volcano packed ferry, a motorbike ride, tea + cake with my great uncle and many hours driving down through Wales in my old ford escort. I was supposed to be popping in and see my friend Kerry on my way through Aberystwyth much earlier in the day. But as I got there it was getting on for 8pm, the sun was on its way out, and I still had an hour and half of driving to go. I was knackered.
I texted Kerry and said I'd probably skip Aber so I could drive back while it was still light. This felt uncomfortably like a 'no'.
She texted: "I'm at the glen pub, on the prom at the far (north) end. Come! x"
Don't mind if I do.
Rita my escort taking in the view.
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