Grrr.
That's not aggression.
That's me trying to pronounce something in Welsh.
The Man, who was driving, did not enjoy the journey through deepest Wales. His frustration was boiling over due to roadworks, temporary traffic lights, slow traffic and gnarly, twisty roads. He began to wonder if the 'A' in A487 stood for Araf (slow in Welsh). No wonder so many deaths were advertised on the signs along the route. Those roads would drive anyone to murder.
Eventually, we arrived at our hotel: the Gwesty'r Marine Hotel. I discovered from a wise woman that gwesty means hotel so technically we were staying at the Hotel Marine Hotel which makes no sense in English. Lucky we were in Wales then.
The room was an average size with one bed, which I laid claim to, given it was only a double and too small for the two humans. They're used to a superking size because he's fat and she wriggles.
Unfortunately, despite being tired from all the travelling, I wasn't allowed to sleep as we had dragons to locate. It was advertised they were gathering at Castle Point. From there, they would parade along the Promenade to the Bandstand.
We didn't find any Dragons. They were probably scared off by the conspiracy of crime writers who had gathered at the location. We followed them as they moseyed to the bandstand in the hope of snatching a glimpse of the flying creatures but only spotted these.
I drew the attention of two friendly Scots.
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| Spot the dragon - it's on the woman's head |
At the bandstand, after the crime writers cheered themselves for arriving safely, one man broke from the group, tempted away by my gorgeousness. He insisted on giving me tickles. I let him, knowing I was safe because crime writers never kill the dog.
That night, I slept in my cage, the man having lugged it up the two flights from the car. The sunset was beautiful.
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| No idea who the couple were. |
I was disappointed to discover that, unlike my last holiday, there was no dog breakfast on offer at this hotel. We did have our own private dining area - the bar - as I wasn't allowed into the restaurant. I did get 'room service' though, as the humans had brought my meals with them.
The man arranged for me to meet some Welsh dogs. Their human had to go to work so the Woman volunteered to dogsit for her while she was busy at the Museum.
We all met up again later in the pub - The White Horse. The man booked it because it was dog-friendly and just around the corner from the Museum. I enjoyed all the snacks I found under the table. It was really thoughtful of the staff to leave them for me.
As a thank you for helping look after Scout and Rosie, her two dogs, Belinda (for that is the wise woman's name) repaid me with bits of leftover southern-fried chicken goujons. By the look of it, my enthusiasm took her by surprise.
Later, the humans left me in the hotel room while they attended the Scottish Noir panel at the Gŵyl Crime Cymru Festival. I wasn't happy. Intruders (or guests as the hotel prefers to call them) arrived in the room next door. I thought they were going to break in. Warning them off, my barking was so loud it could be heard from the street. Fortunately, it was a dog-friendly hotel so we weren't asked to leave. My reward the next day was to spend more time with the Woman while the Man went on his own to another panel. He's selfish that way.
Before that though, we went exploring. We visited the Cliff Railway
We went to the top of the hill on the funicular railway. It's 778 feet long, the second longest in the UK.
On the way up, the judders made me nervous.
I was calmer on the way down.
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| A rare snap of the lesser-bearded Man |
The views from the top were worth it. I wasn't allowed off my lead in case I plummeted off the cliff to my death. I'm not sure why there were no safety barriers. Maybe this is how the Welsh authorities eliminate stupid tourists.
Afterwards, I went for a play on the beach. The shingle was hard on the paws but I did my best to belt along the sand, not always managing to avoid the waves.
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| Wondering if I could climb that cliff |
For dinner on our last night, we booked a table at The Glengower Hotel. The humans said the food was amazing, the best they'd had all weekend. The man especially enjoyed his Bara Brith Bread and Butter Pudding. Again, no dog menu was on offer, but I got to say hello to the friendly gentlemen at the next table.
Our final sunset was beautiful, a great way to end our holiday.
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It rained the next day. |
