Note to self: the end of the rainbow lies in a small field south of Builth Wells. Next time, take spade.
Once I got to Borth, however, the weather closed in and so we hunkered down for the evening, aside from a midnight totter to the Friendship pub to sing Auld Lang Syne, kiss strangers and drink whisky. The house is, as I've no doubt mentioned before, right by the beach. Here's the view from inside the kitchen:
Accordingly we had the sea's sigh as the bellows to our convivial fire, and all was well. And now I'm back in Bristol - but let me share with you my favourite pictures from our morning constitutional, down the back path that leads to the Animalarium - the saddest zoo in Wales as some call it, although if you Google the phrase it is not, surprisingly, first on the list. En route we came across the car belonging to the Borth pharmacy, which was certainly the brightest thing in town on that grey morning:
Drugs have never looked more like sweeties. If I were a child, I would certainly want to flag the car down and buy a bag. After that, it was on to the Animalarium, which I think can be summed up best by this photo (which they are welcome to use for publicity purposes - after all, we were only looking through the fence, so paid no money):
Oh, okay - you can also have some post-Apocalyptic goats and ponies:
Happy New Year! May you (as well as the goats and ponies) get whatever you wish for, an it harm none.