On the Friday, we woke up to bright sunshine again. It seems to be a recurring theme that every time we go to Wales, the weather perks up just as we’re leaving. Typically, sun was forecast for at least the weekend afterwards.
As Dave was packing up everything, I took Autumn for a walk down to the village to see the advent countdown. There were notably fewer people and a fairly sombre mood. I could have happily stayed at Bluestone for far longer. I actually was on the brink of tears when we were leaving.
