Out for the day

Recently, in that way that men so often have, Keith  decided we needed a new car, new to us, that is, so he set about trawling the internet looking for a Kia Sorento, which is what he had set his heart on.

Now I, not being a man, had mixed feelings about this. Granted our faithful Mitsubishi Pajero is of mature years, to be polite about it, but it has never let us down in the couple of years we've had it and, and this is the crux of the matter, it is mine. I bought it, it belongs to me, I am its owner. Keith has his van for work, so we certainly don't need two cars these days, which means that, now that we have the Kia, mine will have to be sold. 

Anyway, no point dwelling on the way my hand has been underhandedly forced, so today we set off for far flung, mysterious regions of north Wales, namely the Lleyn Peninsular. The weather was, unsurprisingly, cloudy, dank and wet - just the sort of day one would wish to be setting off for the countryside, but then, very surprisingly, by the time we reached Bala, there were streaks of blue in the sky and the Weather Fairy waved her wand and sent us blue sky and sun all the time we were over there. Interestingly, as soon as we were ready for our journey home, the grey clouds rolled in again. I am left wondering if Keith is possessed of magical powers!

I even managed a short conversation in Welsh with the car park attendant in Aberdaron!