Finally, I have decent internet and a Wi-Fi connection. Today, I have moved from the Barmouth estuary to Colwyn Bay, a town on the resort coast of North Wales and home of my ninety-two year old father. After a long day with him reminiscing over his near-century of life, I am now ensconced in the room of a hotel with Wi-Fi.
It’s been a strenuous week, walking every day over many old, and some new, trails around the ancient twelfth-century market town of Dolgellau (pronounced doll-geth-lee) and the nearby ex-port, now seaside resort, of Barmouth.
It’s late, and the day was exhausting, so I will leave you with just one, rather stormy, view from my week:
Sadly, I leave my hotel early tomorrow, so there will likely be no more wi-fi until I return home on Monday. Unless, of course, there is a flight delay from O’Hare.
But that never happens…….does it?
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