So, tonight, on our last night of a three day holiday, all of us have decided we love Wales and want to move in.
Robin and Miss Hannah are in their bedroom and I can hear him telling her to shift over. Mr Darcy has taken half my bed and is licking his stingy dew claw….I assume it’s stingy as he acts like it is.
Lying here, cramped, with a force gale blowing around us, the tent shifting and flapping, I realise I don’t want to go home tomorrow. But home we go. After all, I have budgies and fish waiting for me there.
Wales has captured our hearts, again.