I'm starting to think that I'm so far behind with this traveloque business that it's time to throw up my hands and hide in a cave! Let's see if I can do a bit of catch up with my normal stream of consciousness ramblings and then hopefully Carbon will catch you up on the photos later. I guess I should hope for a rain day tomorrow so that I'll be forced to sit down and edit.
Yesterday morning we departed a drizzly Fishguard with high hopes of doing a smidgen of sightseeing on the way to
@Rosie 's and
@Beanwood. Normally the drive to Rosie's is 2.5 hours with Kate being an additional 45 minutes or so. With great optimism, I plugged in a couple beaches and a couple castles along the way for my satnav and then set off. Rain was really light and there was even a glimpse of sun peaking through the mist.
Within 20 minutes we'd reached the first stop, a beach with what had looked on Google Maps like a large easy parking area. Nope. It was partially washed out with mud and the other part under water. I stuck around only long enough to lean out of the car window and take a snap, then it was a very tight turn of the tardis back in the direction we came.
What was left of the parking area:

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From there my next stop was meant to be Pembroke Castle, but each direction I tried to go was washed out. One bridge still had trucks going over it, but the water was way too deep for my tiny car. I tried several different roads and multiple times I was stopped by oncoming traffic and told that the way was washed out ahead. While this was supremely frustrating, I was also really struck by how friendly the other drivers were. I finally stopped for a pretty long chat with a veterinarian and his adorable collie. The vet told me essentially that I needed to go way back north and then back down on the A40 to avoid the washouts.
It was about that time that I realised that unless the Tardis was suddenly going to transform into a 4x4, it was time to abandon the tourist agenda and get myself to Rosie's. She saved me by saying I could come earlier than planned and motivating me with the promise of lunch...and Pongo of course. Not Pongo FOR lunch, but you know what I mean.
Through a lot of wild driving, including backing up on single track roads to let opposing cars pass and holding my breath through some very flooded bits, I finally made it back to civilisation and the A40. After that it was home free to Rosie's...a four hour trip instead of two with all the detours.
Whew.
Frankly I was a little concerned at how Carbon would greet Pongo. Their first meeting back in June didn't go so well. Pongo was a complete gentleman but Carbon was rather snarly, whether from missing his Spanish buddy Paul who had been adopted the day before or because of the tummy ache Carbon achieved through stealing a freshly baked loaf of bread from Rosie's kitchen counter.
However I shouldn't have worried, because these two got on like a house on fire. Carbon immediately pulled out ALL of Pongo's toys and the game was afoot. Despite Carbon thinking of himself as the Spanish gentleman, it was actually Pongo who acted the true gentleman, keeping his good humour †hrough the destruction of one of his favourite toys and some rather cheeky humping on Carbon's side.
The toy graveyard...
Tug!!!!
There was even a tour of Rosie's garden and a chase session:
Also I'm sad to say that Rosie and witnessed the demise of Pongo's Christmas stuffie, Mr. Beasley. Or at least of his legs. RIP Mr. Beasley's legs.
Thankfully they eventually decided on a wrestling match instead of toy dismemberment.
I think we can safely say now that Carbon LOVES him some Pongo.
Thank you, Rosie and Pongo (and the late Mr. Beasley) for such a fun afternoon!
