Builth Wells

Last night we both agreed how nice it was to be in Marge with no agenda whatever the weather. Earlier in the day we'd been contacted by the estate agent who sold us our home in Poole saying he had possible buyers for it. Could we live in Marge a while? Food for thought. Shame about last nights rain. There was Welsh country dancing on down at the pier. Free entry. Just joking, not for us.

The only positive we could take from the rain that had fallen all night and was still trying early this morning was that we would be rewarded with a spectacular sight at the waterfalls we were to visit at Devil's Bridge later today. All the waterfalls we'd visited whilst in Scotland last autumn had been a little underwhelming, so we had high hopes for today. Firstly, we had to leave Aberystwyth. The exit roads were narrow, lined with parked vehicles. No chance Marge, turn left instead. For once we were happy to find ourselves behind the bin lorry. If that could get through, so could we. 

A twelve-mile drive over the hills took us to the small village of Devil's Bridge. Busy, we managed to squeeze Marge into a parking space. Eight pounds later and we were in amongst trees dripping with rain. Fortunately we had the foresight to wear walking boots and take our walking poles with us, others felt sandals and trainers would suffice. No. There were a lot of steps and rocks with sharp edges to negotiate. At Jacob's ladder Angela surprised herself, looking down it was, no way, but after seeing there was a handrail she decided it could be done one step at a time, just don't look down. At the half way point she looked up. Mistake. Deep breath, continue.

The falls were impressive, the roar of the water deafening and the power from it as it tumbled over the rocks quite frightening at times. 

By mid afternoon we were on our way over the Cambrian mountains, stopping at one point to photograph the view, not expecting to see a fridge dumped just over the fence. There are no words.

The sun was out and as Marge bowled along, we felt very much alive. Our destination was LLandrindod Wells, a spa town where we thought about overnighting at the lake. But it just didn't feel right there so we moved onto Builth Wells. Once again, the flag of Wales was prominent everywhere. On our travels today we'd seen inflatable daffodils tie-wrapped to someone's front fence. Very patriotic.

Finally, we'd like to thank Buith Wells town council for allowing campervans, motorhomes, cars towing caravans and lorries to stay overnight in their car park right beside the river Wye. You can stay overnight for one in seven days which is reasonable. We spent money in the town, (yet another Chinese takeaway), one of the lorry drivers went into town for a couple of hours so he also spent money. If this council 'get it', why can't all of them!