Aberaeron Evening

Aberaeron Evening cont'd.

The lights are at New Quay.

Back at the van I was so cold that for a while my lips wouldn't let me speak properly, a bit of a shame when I'd so much to talk about.

From the CAT: Which ailment is retail therapy meant to treat?

18 September - Aberaeron, New Quay, Mwnt

Jo took no persuading to come into town.

A very wide-eyed look towards North Wales.

"I could live here", I said, but Y Warws is an office at present, so I doubt I'd get away with it.

Goo goo g'joob: Y Warws means The Warehouse. There may be none sillier than English, but I think it's that sort of thing which can make Welsh look like a silly language too.

Now, that's the way to run a business!