We have returned from four days chugging along the Monmouthshire and Brecon Canal on a narrowboat called ‘Country Lass’ : average speed 2 miles an hour. I have learnt the importance of dry socks. I can work a canal lock like a canal lock queen. Mr P said ‘I’m the fucking Captain’ about 87 times.
We had a weeny gas oven that kept us in hot coffee and bacon and eggs and pancakes. This was augmented by a SUPERB lamb and leek pie at The Coach & Horses; homemade custard slice from the Talybont Cafe & Stores, and on Saturday night, we moored up outside The Royal Oak in Pencilli where the fish ‘n’ chips with mushy peas were fresh and crispy and mushy in all the right places. Supper was followed by a stroll up the hill to find Llanfeugan: a medieval church dedicated to St. Meugan, who was said to have been a poet and the wizard Merlin’s teacher. The huge yew trees in the churchyard are well over 2,000 years old and were probably planted by druids. The whole village looked magical in the twilight.
Wales is like New Zealand in the best way – lush and green, quiet, friendly, jam-packed with noisy bloody birds, and overlayed with Parfum de Toilette à la Cow.
araf means ‘slow’ in Cymraeg (Welsh)