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Wednesday, August 14, 2019

Lunch in the middle of Wales

Tuesday August 13 cont.

We’ve been following the A470 through Wales. I was aiming for a little village called Rhayader as our midway break. I knew there were a few pubs and cafes there, but none looked appealing enough, or had no parking. That’s the thing with these villages all over the British Isles. Gorgeous wee villages, but designed and built long before Henry Ford had a car, let alone every man and his hairdresser.
So we looked for nearby pubs within a few miles. One that appealed to Sarah’s royalist bent was called Middleton’s. So off we go. We end in a much larger town called Llandrindod Wells. Couldn’t find Kate’s place, but up the road we could see a place called The Metropole. That’ll do, pig.



Quite a large establishment, with bars and cafes and conference rooms at every turn. I think I’ll find our way back to the car park.

While we’re in the middle of Wales, I must say
That the drive has been very picturesque. It’s not the shortest way to Cardiff, but what’s the point of being on a 6-lane expressway, with no idea of the scenery going past below you? Mr Hall deserves another fish. 

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