A Night at Nant-y-Meillion

Who would be brave enough, or stupid enough, to camp overnight, in the pouring rain, in January? *looks askance at Roz* Well, that would be us. Partly to be there for deliveries in the morning, and partly to see if we could. One of the distinguishing features of Nant-y-Meillion is the mud. Thick, sticky, clay-y... Continue Reading →

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