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I am not very good at this blogging lark am I?

Let’s restart the journey on Friday. That’s the day before yesterday isn’t it? The sign of a good holiday is when you are never entirely sure what day of the week it is. Sunday, right?

We left No. 6 reasonably early. Aided by the arrival of Trigger to do electrician type stuff round the house. The road (the A487 - *see* I can remember) is a pretty easy and attractive drive, running at times right next to the coast. We went through Aberaeron where Alice and I had spent a nice weekend about three and half years ago. A lot busier than when we were there so didn’t stop but decided to return with the kids in the autumn (it’s only an hour or so from No. 6).

I think I declared my love for Aberystwyth over the airways. I need to refine the nature of my love. I hear Aberystwyth out of season. It was heaving. Especially Morrisons which was like shopping in a large supermarket when they first arrived in Reading at the start of the 80’s. We were glad to get to the seafront to scoff some lunch (including a Ploughman’s Pie - guess the contents) and take Dylan for a walk avoiding the worst of the rain.

The drive up from Aberystwyth was predictably picturesque and wet. The cottage is set in a wonderful location about a mile up a private forestry track and has extensive views across field, moor, mountain and reservoir dam. I cooked dinner, we chilled (a bit of speak for the yoof there) and eventually went to bed.

Yesterday was a very lazy start. Lots of laying in bed for me and Alice. Various games and stuff for the kids. I eventually indulged the kids with a game of Yahtzee and was roundly thrashed. I hate games that rely so much on chance. That’s my story. When we had finally garnered enough energy to go out it had started to rain. Did that stop us, did it fuck?

First we tried to follow a footpath on the 1:25000 OS Map just down the road from the house. We gave up. I was not keen to forge a new route through a 1 in 4 downward forest slope. I believe some perceived this as being a little wuss-like. So, instead, we headed west. Following the targetted gorge downstream rather than up. It was a great walk. Muddy, slippery, above a fast-flowing stream running over a series of little falls. Most of the time we were quite high above the water which made it a little scary as one slip and fall in the wrong direction and you could be rolling down the gorge to the rocks below. Well, not that scary I guess.

We were out for three hours. The walks was probably about 4 miles though my Sportstracker suggested it was 8 but I suspect this was a result of poor GPS reception in the trees. The kids took it all in their stride (baboom) as normal.

Home followed by J20, followed by stir-fry, followed by baths, followed by terrible film followed by sleep.