The sun was beaming down kindly on us. The sky an endless blue. The hillsides lush green after the endless summer days of rain. Gabby and the crew were parked up on hardstanding outside Strata Florida Abbey. Glenn had driven miles down narrow country lanes to get us here. Miles of winding roads that took us through tiny hamlets with a handful of houses. The odd centre of habitation passed through but nothing major. Pink Foxgloves lined the roadsides. Farmers farmed sheep. We felt as if we were home here in Ceredigion. We arrived too early at the abbey. The gate was open and one car parked halfway across the entrance. This proved to be the cleaning mopping out the toilets. Being too early meant we could get out the caffetiere and brew up the coffee.
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