There is nothing worse than being woken with a trunk in the eye, quickly followed by a paw! Woolly says – I slipped, what can I say! It did however do the trick and meant that we could set of for the days adventures. A few miles and a tight squeeze into a parking space and I left the women faffing round with money for a ticket and trotted though the bunting hung high street of Llangollen. A small town of some 3000 people it is best known for hosting the Llangollen International Musical Eisteddfod every July, I knew that Jo wouldn’t being able to resist mentioning the Bairds in the family again and hoped to keep that conversation for while I was napping. The town takes its name from its founding Saint, Collen, a seventh
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