I am off to Wales! Staying in a place that I’ve just found out to be above a bike shop with uncertain bed and food circumstances, three people I do not know and no shower (just the singular bath.) A bit of adventure is always healthy.
We will be right by the sea with a beach that in my mind looks like an unsullied expanse of prehistoric light yellow rock dust, for which I have optimistically packed one of my finest bikinis. Of course the reality may differ vastly from my hopeful imaginings, but then if you don’t have dreams, what else is there?
The answer to that question is something that tastes of sickly sweet horror: cheap peach “schnapps” that goes by the name Orchards.
I have no idea what today holds for us and have been cheerily assured by Leon that “it’ll be fine. We’ll just wing it!” Seeing as we will be in an isolated spot of near wilderness with only the bike shop downstairs for company and have previously discussed locking our phones away in the bread bin for the entirety of the stay in order to make things a bit more interesting, I feel both apprehensive and excited in worryingly unequal parts.
Alan Davies completely and utterly demolishing gender roles (via vanillanice)