Welsh spine #5 - Bearable wetness of being

Burt's Bees "Music from Nature"

     A solid roof over our heads, wooden floor beneath our mattresses. These and other luxuries meant we didn't get to notice the bad weather outside until later into the morning. We had a good night's sleep, only Radek, or rather his snoring woke me up somehow prematurely. Three roll-overs to the other side, two kind "Oi's!" and one battery throw later, I could continue my slumber. Mind you, the battery didn't woke Radek up, oddly enough it just stopped his snoring.

Welsh spine #4 - Glyndwr and Burger's revenge

Explosions in the sky - First breath after coma

       The morning annouced itself with rain tapping on our tents. It wasn't particularly heavy rain and so we packed up whilst keeping a close eye at any signs inclement weather to come. Clouds sped across the sky bringing rain followed by sunshine and then rain again. "Nothing tragic" - we observe, anyway it was getting late from all this rain-spotting and we decide to get on our way to Machynlleth.