View Over the Top of my Book #13

On Wednesday, leaving the kids to get spoilt rotten by my parents, my husband and I visited the Welsh Wildlife Centre in Cilgerran near Cardigan. We had a lovely, if strenuous walk along the river and up and down the seriously steep steps on the gorge walk path that meanders through the old quarry there. It was beautiful, but an uncomfortable reminder of how unfit I’ve become recently. Bootcamp will be resuming shortly!

After our walk, we headed to the cafe, for a spot of reading (Karl Ove Knausgaard’s A Death In The Family) and a cup of Earl Grey. It was wonderful to enjoy the view across the valley on such a sunny, blue sky day, and in the company of a giant wicker badger, too.

Afterwards, I couldn’t resist a peek inside the visitor centre on the off chance that there might be a secondhand book stall, and there was – hoorah! I couldn’t believe my luck when I spotted this Reykjavik Murder Mystery by Arnaldur Indriðason, but then my joy was dashed on the rocks of despair when I realised neither of us had any cash on us, having paid for our tea by card. Fortunately, the very nice man behind the till saved the day and said I could pay for it the next time we pop in. What a star!