Ross-on-Wye

Another early start this morning as we once again had to buy a parking ticket at eight o' clock. The attendant was ready and waiting. We spoke with our French neighbours who were from Lyon. They were sad about Brexit. Sad, we were mad! 

O.K. Marge, a small diversion, we're going through the Brecon Beacons national park. No, not over the Gospel Pass. Warnings of a narrow steep single track road involving lots of reversing and a high risk of damage to your paintwork makes it a no! A gentler route took us pass Tretower where we pulled in to take a look at the medieval fortified house and tower.

We sat a while taking in the sights, sounds and smells of the surrounding countryside. Jostling clouds gave way to blue skies and we continued on to Abergavenny, stopping for a food shop.

We were near to the border with England now and decided to stop at our last Welsh castle of this trip, Raglan castle for lunch. The castle is said to be the grandest ever built by a Welshman. 

We are now in England. Angela no longer has to decipher Welsh road signs whilst driving. Marge is parked up by the river Wye in Ross-on-Wye with a few other vans and is settled for the night. As usual we took a walk out, along by the river and into the town. Three tractors each with trailers carrying hay bales passed down the high street. As you do. 

We are on the home run now, needing to be home by Sunday lunchtime , so we need to plan our onward journey carefully. Where will we take you next Marge?