We went over the Easter holiday so on Good Friday, we packed up our bags and caught the train to Heathrow airport at 7:30am in the morning to pick up our rental car. We went with Ed's sister Katherine and her boyfriend Rosco. We arrived at the car rental hire place and they said to us, "You can have any car in row RC". We thought "Wow that's great!" only until we found out there was only one car left in that row! It was still a nice car though, a Holden Astra Hatch.
It took about 5 hours to get to South West Wales, to the area of Pembrokeshire. We were staying in a place called 'The Old Coach House' on the edge of a National Park and about 8 miles from the coast. We were staying in a little cottage that was joined onto the main house. It was beautiful! Since the cottage overlooked a reservoir swimming with wild brown trout, Ed and Rosco couldn't resist the temptation to throw the line in before dinner. Their enthusiasm was rewarded when they came back with 2 wild brown trout for tea!
After a good night's sleep we woke up at 9am to go to another reservoir in the nearby village about 5-10 minutes away. This one was stocked with rainbow trout and only fly fishing and ledger worm (?) was permitted. The boys bought a day fishing permit for around £15 and they happily fished for about 4 hours with squirmy worms while Kath and I sunbaked and read books. We were certainly lucky that weekend as the weather was perfect. Not too hot or cold, beautiful clear blue skies each day and warm sun on our backs.
The boys were even luckier that day and caught 4 rainbow trout which means we had 1 rainbow trout each for dinner! We were yelling and screaming everytime they caught one. It was funny because our voices would carry across the lake and people would look at us to see what the commotion was all about. (An elderly couple caught about 12 between them - we couldn't work out how!) Anyway, the fish were so big and fat that Kath and I couldn't finish ours but the boys couldn't bear to waste them even though they both admitted that they couldn't eat fish again for a few days.
Sunday meant Easter Sunday and we all went to a small chapel in the closest village. It was an Anglican church and quite traditional but the service was very very good! It was led by a female vicar who was really a one woman show. She did the offering, the prayers, the worship (played keyboard), the communion and the sermon! She just kept rushing about going from one post to the next. The service was in English with some parts in Welsh which was very interesting. We found out that they pronounce things exactly as it is written which is strange because there are no vowels in a lot of Welsh words.
After church we went for a walk around the reservoir near our place and it was beautiful walking through all the pine trees. The ground was covered in pine needles and you would sink a bit into the ground because it was so soft. We then came back to the house and fell asleep near a sheep paddock (there are sheep everywhere in Wales). We woke up, went to a local pub and had dinner there. The barman mistook Rosco for being Welsh so started speaking to him and Rosco just smiled and nodded as you do!
We came back home on Monday and stopped at a beautiful 'Rapunzel's castle' on the way home near Cardiff.
