We travelled back in time driving for two hours on A and B roads, quiet ones, through leafy hills, past small villages and towns. No motorways, no large service stations, no juggernauts, no traffic. Just glorious green Wales under a blue blue sky in golden sun. Trecastle, Sennybridge, Llandovery, Lampeter (lampeter, lampeter all down the road).
What is the collective noun for twenty red kites? Is there one? Driving over a hill, we suddenly saw a cloud of kites, swirling, diving even into the road. Stunning. Apparently a local farmer feeds them so they come in flocks, gaggles, whatever.
Cardigan Bay is stunning. A great sweeping bay with long beaches, views of Anglesey and Snowdonia to the north. Cliffs rising up, green hills, woodland. almost to the shore line in places. Ignore the horrible mobile homes that infest the landscape. Just look at the view.
Why is it that after a shower on a campsite you somehow feel cleaner than you ever do at home. When clearly you're not. Or not for long. Must be something about the way fresh air feels on skin.
Midgies are not a good thing.
And nor are mozzies.
Ice cream, especially Honey Ice Cream from Aberaeron, is a very good thing. Though perhaps not chilli and chocolate ice cream for a four year old. Another case of Lottie determined that she knows best, until she finds out that what you were telling her all along is in fact true, and the ice cream is a bit too spicy for her.
Lottie is idiosyncratic. And funny. The bar-man taking the order for a baked bean sandwich certainly thought so.
There are few things nicer than watching two girls running around the beach with their dad.