You might be confused for thinking I was in Wales this weekend. In fact, it was last weekend but I have only just got round to a) doing my washing; and b) downloading photographs.

A wonderful weekend. It's slightly ironic though when you book a trip away for yourself and two friends from Thursday night through until Sunday evening, and you're the last to arrive on Saturday morning after your holiday gets cancelled and you're in work too late on the Friday to drive to Wales that night and instead get up at 4am to get there in time for brekkie on Saturday.

What to say? Amazing weather, good scenery, too much whisky (to the point where the hearts and diamonds on the pack of playing cards began to look surprisingly similar - I'd been up for 21hrs at this point, though) and grand food.

Some amusing incidents too and unsurprisingly I managed to land feet first in a bog, and then sit on a clump of grass and giggle, and giggle and giggle. Oh and eating a 16oz sausage (no euphemism intended) also provided entertainment. I'd recommend this place, too - Ty Croeso. If you want to head away from the smoke and into Wales, the Black Mountains are worth it. Fabulous walking and utterly beautiful. Here's a scenic photo: