Leaving Wales
Holyhead, Wales - Day 13
Katie and I are currently sitting on the floor of a launderette on Kent colleges campus trying to sell a partially used box of laundry tablets, but more on that later...July 11th, I remember it like it was just yesterday...(fade out on harp).Katie and I started our day on Holy Island in Wales. As my lovely wife got ready, I walked down to the local Spar (mini to regular size convenience stores all over) and got a random assortment of European goodies for breakfast. Included in our feast was a sausage roll and steak pie. Washed it down with a fizzy apple juice (never again). After filling up the tanks, we rejoined our noble steed Dijon and made our journey south. On the way we stopped into a small coastal village delightfully named Barmouth. On the suggestion of a local (a sweet elderly lady), we dinned at 'Davy Jones Locker'. Though first she did say 'Davy Crockett's'...wonder if that Freudian slip had to do with the beard. Anywho, we ate some good food, watched some seagulls fight, and then continued on. We ended the day in Bristol.
