Our daughter graduated today. I guess you don’t get to say that very often in a lifetime…..
She has been away in Aber for the last three years (doesn’t time fly!), and it was her turn to shake a hand and accept a piece of paper to say she has a degree in English. Next stop career!..
Set off early doors, to get up to Aber for about 10:00 – strange journey up there across the center of Wales – its like driving on a roller coaster. But we were there in plenty of time, and found ample parking in the University thanks to the efficient “men in yellow” who directed us. Parked up, and the berk in the next slot parked up about 13mm away from my car, seeings as we were on the end of the line he could have left a bit more space. After he parked he realised his mistake, but the guy next to him had parked so he had to reverse out a bit to allow grandpa to leave his passenger door – then back in.
Squeezed out and stood outside the Uni by the “graduation steps” waiting for Becs to finish her trial run. After a number of photo’s with her in her finery it was time to watch. Due to various complications our youngest and I watched the ceremony from the Aber cinema, which although we didn’t get the interaction, we had a fantastic view, and really comfy seats. Plus, once the English dudes were finished we could run away and get down the cafe.
Once complete, and after a few more photo’s we had the afternoon to kill.
We decided to head down to Devils Bridge, which we didn’t know anything about, so off we went and parked up. The place itself is a bridge on a bridge on a bridge which has a slightly odd story about an old woman, a cow, a dog and the devil. But either side of it are waterfalls and smart rock formations. We went on one side which was a quid to enter. 2 minutes later we were back. The other side was slightly longer, but it started to rain and we left in search of food.
Nearby was a nice looking hotel, which was actually shite. So we went the other way and stopped in a small cafe which was part of a Caravan park. It was the 13th July, and there was hardley anyone there – if it had been sunny it would propably have been overrun. So bacon and sausage sandwich for the boys, chicken nuggets and tuna sandwiches for the girls and a mug of tea later we were off to the “Guest House”.
What a place, found it, and couldn’t find the owner, then she appeared – all white hair and beard. Strange. She talked about a number of rooms, and walked off. We saw one room, then another – one had bunk beds, so Kate wanted that one – she didn’t use them!
Spent as short a time as possibly here, then back to Aber for some awkward moments, then into town. Becs advised we sup up at a salubrious destination, the Academy at Aber – it was okay, if a little sticky – probably better when you are 20 and out of your face on Skittle Shots.
Off for grub in Gannets Bistro next. I think Bistro much be foreign for “someones front room”, as that is what they tend to be. However the food was reasonably – I had Beef Wellington, which came in a thick slice – it was nice, but overdone. Kate had a good child’s lasagna, the others chicken and lamb. We treated ourselves to desert, which was chocolate fudge cake, which tasted like chocolate fruit cake and then we were gone.
Luckily Becs had the car, so took us home. We spralled out on the bed and watched rubbish TV whilst scoffing Onion rings, Wheat Crunchies, Swirls, Cashews and Bacon Fries.
I love holidays!