I finished packing all my bags on Saturday evening and left everything ready for Lorraine to come and look after my cats. As is usually the case I didn’t sleep too well on Saturday night due to not wanting to oversleep and not be ready for Ted and Dee when the came to pick me up on Sunday morning, so I was awake from about 5am.
They arrived on time, dropped Dan’s suit and shoes off, packed my bags in the back of the Mazda Bongo and off we went down to Oxford, the motorway and west to Wales. It was a reasonably uneventful journey really, just avoiding roadworks and crossing the Severn Bridge (and wishing we didn’t have to pay a toll to cross!)
I was surprised how long it took to get to Swansea after we crossed the Welsh border to be honest. That said, it was not too hard to find Dan and his unconvention location once we arrived. We said hello and goodbye to his friends who were going home from there and took Dan back to the hotel he was staying in and dropped off the bags before dissappearing for some much needed food.
At this point, things did go a little sour, because Dan had alread eaten and didn’t want to eat more, but the first place we went into wouldn’t allow 4 in if only 3 were eating (it was their thing of pay a fixed price and eat what you want apparently), so we took ourselves and our money and ate elsewere!
From there Dan and I went to the hotel to rest while Ted and Dee took the Bongo a bit further up the road and found their caravan club site for the night. For a cheap hotel, Premier in is a very nice place to stay. I can reccomend it, honestly!
After a bit to eat from the snack box we had in the room, Dan and I met with Geraint, a long-time friend of Dan’s whom he’d never actually met! We had a drink and a really good chat, and then we parted ways and settled for the night.
Unfortunately, in spite of the short night and the long drive to Wales, once again I didn’t sleep well. The first night with Dan is alwas a broken one, even as lovely as he is.