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August 18th 2014
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I knew this wasn't going to be the average trip away- well for us anyway. Electricity and heating were normally on the agenda for our holidays, but this stay was definitely different. We were heading to Wales, admittedly it doesn’t sound too much out of the ordinary, but it was our first experience of Glamping and spending a week in the middle of no-where. Wales was undiscovered territory for me, so I was looking forward to expanding my experiences; my parents were a little more apprehensive.

After a short stop in Shrewsbury on our way down from York, we ventured deeper and deeper into Wales to Llandrindod Wells. The ratio of fields to houses was getting increasingly smaller, as the rolling hills lead the way through Powys- the occasional village dotted in the thick green landscape. What weren’t un-common, were the little dots of white scattered across the many lush fields of grass. My phone signal is usually poor, so I had no hope on this holiday. I watched the bars slowly go down-I was stuck with mum and dad in the Welsh countryside for a week! The roads became windier and windier and with this my mum felt sicker and sicker. This could have easily ended In disaster, but within fifteen minutes we had arrived at Twy Gwyn farm both to my dad and I’s relief.

Anthony, the owner, led us from the well-kept farm house, down the valley. An upside down red wheel barrow, told us this was the last destination the car could reach. Now we had to walk down the valley with our luggage. For some this may have been easy, but due to our over packing, it was going to be a harder task. Anthony turned over the wheel barrow and started to load our cases in. It never occurred to me that this was going to be our luggage trolley. Its rustic style made me giggle.

The Track led us down a short sharp descent, past a homemade swing. The cold air, biting deeper, through my skin, until we reached the bottom. Nordic style with timber pillars and wooden decking a little red lodge greeted us, it reminded me of a little boat house found in Scandinavia. However, It was built using the ancient method of straw! Anthony showed us around the cottage, notifying us of the many torches and gas lights. One big room housed the kitchen, lounge and dining table. Two big patterned sofas hugged the log burner, in the centre of the room. A vintage trunk replacing a coffee table and candle sticks took the place of light bulbs. I thought it was perfect, but slightly on the nippy side. Finding a shower with hot water and a tired yet working oven lifted my mum’s spirits slightly. It was getting dark- out came the matches, logs and hopefully a cosy bed!

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