Having initiated Z into the worst weather Pembrokeshire can
throw at you, I felt obliged to share the best, so (having arranged for a week
of perfect sunshine, gentle breezes and no rain), off we set on Monday. All the traffic was going in the other direction
(bank holidays, for people who have to go to work, are travelling days, not
holidays at all, aren’t they?) so we made good time.
The site was fairly well populated, although largely with
people I don’t know that well; having been there for nearly fifteen years, I’ve
observed generations succeeding each other, so the inhabitants now tend to be
the children or grandchildren of the old hands I’d first met. They still wave and smile, of course, but
they tend not to stagger down the hill at nine thirty clutching bottles and
glasses. (Nine thirty p.m., that is:
they did their pre-yardarm drinking behind closed doors.)
There were dozens of small children (great-grands in some
cases), who monopolised every square yard of grassy space with cartwheels, downhill
bicycle races, chaotic games of cricket or rounders (you’re not supposed to actually
carry the player to the next base, are
you?) and all the other incomprehensible games kids seem to invent once they’re
let loose into an unconfined, fairly rule-free space.
No rabbits, though.
Last visit, they were out in force – this time, not a single
sighting. This may be because of the
extremely thorough grass-cutting that seems to have become standard this
season; or because they’ve all borrowed under the foundations of our caravan
and are busy down there, doing whatever rabbits do for fun. Anyway, there’s a rather alarming hole
directly under the front of the van, which caused me a moment’s panic until I realised
that it wasn’t on the scale of those car-swallowing sinkholes you hear
about. I alerted Joseph anyway, and he
promised to ‘deal with it’ – I didn’t enquire too closely into precisely what
this entailed, as I suspect it’s not very pleasant, at least not for the
rabbits.
We’d resolved to come back on Thursday, but fine weather
trumps resolve any day of the week, innit?
So we came back on Friday. The sunshine
is chasing us eastwards, and will reach Reading for the weekend, and Yagnub by
whenever we do.
That sounds like a week of bliss. I'm not jealous at all.
ReplyDeleteBlissful it was and, when we got back to Reading, we were tempted to turn round and go back again. Though the English weather warmed up the next day, so we relented.
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