From Cheltenham to Wales, we traveled every "off the beaten path" road that more accurately resembled a single lane driveway. There was no passing, no parking and definitely no road markings. Every curve was blind and every summit without visibility was a gamble. It was character building and sphincter toning!
We stopped at a farmers market of sorts. Bought the cookies and cherries, ate the Welsh ice cream.
We braked for farm fresh eggs with an honesty box too. £1.50
There was a picnic on the back of the car at a intersection - rye and charcoal crackers with blue cheese. Cherries and gooseberries, cookies dipped in chocolate. Hello!? Amazing. Farm animals everywhere.
It was Sunday and that means Mark got his introduction to traditional Sunday Roast at the pub. Complete with Yorkshire pudding and beef that passed medium-rare at least 20 mins before it was pulled from the oven, it was super British and that's why we are here!
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