Barmouth. Yes, OK, Barmouth again. Well, it suits us because it's great for cycling and there's lots of beach for Paddy to explore.
On our first day, Thursday, the sun shone and the sky was blue, and so it was on Friday. The beginnings of an Indian summer perhaps?
Obviously the Weather Fairy had overheard my thoughts and on Saturday, she sent the rain; not just a little shower, you understand, oh no, torrential downpours from 6am till 2 o'clock the following morning without a break.
Sunday? Some heavy showers, but at least we got a few dry spells and were able to get out and about. Oh, and the bed broke.
Monday? Gale force winds and heavy showers. Also, Keith's bike developed a fault and, as he uses it to cover the distances that he can't walk, he was more or less confined to barracks. It was too windy for cycling anyway.
So, Monday afternoon, we threw in the towel and admitted defeat, especially as the weather forecast for today was full of doom, gloom, wind and rain of biblical proportions. Yep, we packed up and came home.
Well, if we're going to be not going out, we might as well be doing it in comfort at home.