This morning MD sits intently watching the glass box thing that I step into to have a shower, just like most people would watch TV. Strange dog.
We discover that our cottage is pitched on a (small) mountain between the two housing estates of Cwmbran and Pontypool. It’s still quite pleasant though.
We take a walk around an ex-reservoir, dating back to 1884, and then on our way back down we pass an about to be very disappointed fisherman on his way up to it.
We try to find an afternoon pub but they're all derelict and/or the type you’d find on a housing estate and/or full of distraught Welsh rugby fans still drowning their sorrows six hours on from defeat to France. Well apart from the one we went in last night but we’ll probably be back there tomorrow.
So, at least it means we resist temptation and get to stay AF, staying in at base camp with pasta and time to contemplate tomorrow.
(Saturday 15th October)