Blaenglanhanog

So, the final holiday of 2011 is underway.  We are staying in perhaps the most luxurious cottage of the year Blaenglanhanog.

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This cottage sleeps 6 easily.  This is large in the way that Thatched Farm was small.  Wales in October is wet.  Wednesday is the wettest.  We expected rain before we came, and it is not a problem in itself, but being in the hills and well away from settlements - even the village is over a mile away - I was hoping to get to see the Milky Way.  No chance so far.  Tomorrow might be a good chance - we'll see.  What is wonderful about holidaying this time of year is that dawn occurs at the right time to wake up.  We do not set an alarm clock and when we wake up in the night it is dark - properly dark - can't see your hands dark.  So when there is light, it is obviously time to get up.

On Sunday, we visited Grandma's Garden.  It's in the grounds of a hotel.  I walked into reception to get the tickets.
"Hello" said a guy dressed like a head Chef, minus the hat.
"Hello, we've come to visit the garden"
"Brave!" he replied, followed by a long warning about how slippery it is - which we soon found was true.  Slipping and sliding around the grounds with an inquisitive dog was not to be recommended.  The Jo slipped over and dropped her camera through a nettle patch.  I managed to retrieve it, but it had hit the decking on the way down.  The lens was pointing the wrong way.  Despite this, it has to be said that the garden was probably not worth the visit.  It's a nice idea, but it is falling apart.  Perhaps Grandma is getting too old to maintain it properly.
Later, we visited Borth to allow Brody to run on the beach.  There is a lot of work going on, but not on a Sunday evening.  It had a run-down feel.  Brody enjoyed the beach and we enjoyed the walk.

On Monday, we visited Llanbrynmair and walked up to the mobile phone mast on the Glyndwrs way.  I went on a little further, on the way back we watched the sheep being moved to a new field. It took about 2 hours. After lunch, we went into Machynlleth to buy a ball thrower for Brody. Then we played in the grounds of the Plas – he broke the first ball immediately. We had a spare in the car. Jo bought some more.
We moved on to Dolgoch falls and finally on to Tywyn beach.