I had intended this trip to be one of solitude. Solitude is overrated.
Zoe left at lunch time and shortly after I went for a 3 mile walk on the top of Mynnedd Rhiw.
As you can tell from the pictures the weather had turned in sympathy to my mood. Grey and miserable. The rain fell. And fell. And fell. And fell.
The wind. Blew. Blew. Gusted. Bellowed. Huffed. Puffed.
Wales missed Zoe as much as I did.
Cold. Damp. No radio. Not the holiday I had envisaged. I cooked burgers in the living area of the tent looking through the small window overlooking rain sodden fields watching the peaceful surroundings turn into a violent maelstrom.
Campaggeddon postponed for the post rain period.
“Thundery downpours” – said Thomas Shaffenacker on the car radio.
Stuff this. Time to call it a day and head to Zoe’s.