Didn’t go anywhere this weekend as we had a load of snow, so we made the most of sitting in the warm. But, on Sunday, we decided to take a walk down Magor Marsh to trample through the snow. And get a beer! ;o)
Set off around 11:00, as we had someone come and pick up a table we have sold before that – the day was grey, slightly chilly and some dusting of snow. Set off around the corner and walked down to the tracks, there wasn’t too much snow about, and we mostly stomped into the puddles breaking the slight amount of ice. We got to the first field and it was slightly muddy under the snow and ice, me and Kate didn’t care as we had the wellies on, but Sian had to take things more carefully.
We had a bit of a snowball fight, and somehow Kate landed in the snow, we saw some very grey swans but we had a mission in mind so set off for the pub. Not sure why we didn’t have any lunch, but had a beer or four. Service was crap. It does blow a little hot and cold there to be honest.
The back for the footie and another four pack. Not sure how good an impression we are making to the children, case in point was Tom, who nipped out for a little bit on Sat night then sent his monther an email at midnight which read “I may be home late. I accidently got very drunk.” Well done!