Day 3.205: Land of her fathers

After the kids were in bed and settled last night, we fled across the border into Wales, leaving Exile #2's parents to deal with them for a night and a day.  We spent the night in a very pleasant no-nonsense roadside hotel.  This was the internet connectivity offered (to be fair there was pay-to-use internet on the TV and a 'terminal' in the lobby).  Unfortunately, I haven't had a dial-up number at my disposal since 2005, so I'm glad I'd hurriedly written and set yesterday's post to publish itself.

This morning we had a civilised child-free breakfast and completed our short drive to see one of several good friends that we have not seen at all since our US adventure started.  We had a great day. It was great to catch up on lost time. Exile #2 was taken back to her youth by seeing small-town Wales in the rain and I was amused by the ubiquitous Welsh-language translations for a variety of reasons. Someone in a shop/siop even said 'ta-ra' to us as we left.

Here is our day in pictures!

It was raining when we visited Cardiff Bay...

but it was only a light drizzle.

No sign of Torchwood - the perception filter must still be working fine I suppose.

It was raining even harder when we took the dog for a walk in the woods.

Late lunch in the pub - fish and chips in newspaper and curry with chips.  Great!

On the language front, we spotted these:

And these (I took it for Tomos and Pyrci and only noticed Bob y Bildar - Trwmped Bob later):

And now we're safely back in the land of my fathers.