Last day, time to go home.
Set off about 12 and had a lovely lunch in Betys-y-Coed.
Overall a lovely holiday, spent in a lovely place.
It's not quite enough to change my mind about the Welsh people, I still think they're arrogant without reason, self important and deeply resentful of belonging to what isn't really important enough to class as a major county never mind a country (at least Scotland has North Sea Oil).
But their country is truly beautiful.
And of course, as soon as we got back to Birmingham we had all those post holiday feelings.
First came the sense of happiness at being home.
Then came that horrible feeling of not being on holiday anymore.
Finally came the idea that we want to change our lives to feel like we're on holiday all the bloody time. Still working on this one to be honest.