New beginnings….

Thirteen years ago next week Hubby and I, and our then seven year old son moved from the hectic hustle and bustle of city life in the busy East of England to a tranquil rural setting in the Heart of Wales.  In fact we about as in the middle of Wales as you can get, in the smallest town in the UK, Llanwrtyd Wells in Powys.

We happened upon Llanwrtyd in a frantic need for respite from the stresses of Hubby’s corporate life and ended up sticking a pin in a map on a page of nothingness.  We came for two night’s refuge and didn’t go home.

There was light over that horizon.  For hubby the time BLW (Before Llanwrtyd Wells) was never ending commutes; road rage; and stressful, unsatisfying work environment.  It was unhealthy, unforgiving, and it was slowly breaking him.

When we arrived in LW that wet weekend evening we chanced upon a little bistro with no other customers barr one friendly Welshman, who happened to be the ex headmaster of the village school, and an eager pupil, meeting him for some additional education support.  We chatted for ages.  The next day, also rainy, we perused the properties for sale, daydreaming of our distant retirement.  And the next day we did a bit more than window shop and went viewing a few cute houses.

That night we talked and talked and talked.  Why were we waiting until our retirement to live our lives?  What if we didn’t make it there?  What about the quality of life for our son, educated in overcrowded classrooms in Essex, unable to play outside alone etc etc?

The next day a blazing orange sun rose over the horizon and lit our future path.  We put an offer on the house.  We handed in our notice at our respective places of work.  We pulled our son out of school.  That was October 2004.  On 4th February 2005 we drove towards the light of our new future.

And we have never looked back.

Thirteen years on we have a successful and welcoming guesthouse with lots of lovely customers who repeatedly visit; maybe for our warm welcome , wholesome breakfasts and cosy beds; maybe for the respite, tranquility and magnificent scenery; probably a bit of both.

We have a wonderful community, a network of very special friends and a full and fabulous social life and work/life balance.

Our son was raised on freedom, damming rivers, climbing trees and disappearing from breakfast to supper.  He would come home with a sparkle in his eyes and stories of adventures with his friends.  He went to a village junior school with 50 kids and mixed aged classes which promoted tolerance and mentoring.  He went to a high school of 700 pupils where he had to travel daily by public transport.  And now he’s thriving in Wales’s capital, the beautiful historic city of Cardiff.  When he can, which is often , he comes home.  Because home is where the hills are, where the stars shine bright a night; where, when you look to the horizon, you are met with green pastures, trees and mountains; pink sunsets and deep orange sunrises.  Where you can walk or run or cycle for hours without seeing a soul; or where you can pop into the local pub or cafe and start a conversation with any number of friendly locals who happen to be there.

Life should be a journey, an adventure. It’s a once in a lifetime opportunity.  We are lucky enough to be living every moment of it.  And we are more lucky because we are able to share insights into it and the possibilities of a less then ordinary life to anyone who chooses to come and take a peak.  You are more than welcome to visit.

Life  with a view of the horizon

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Its cold and wet…so toga up and join in the Mountain Bike Chariot Racing….

 

After all the excitement of Christmas and New Year, January can feel a bit dull and sluggish.  The weather doesn’t help.  But here in Llanwrtyd Wells we have the cure.  This weekend (the second one in January) every year we hold the World Mountain Bike Chariot Racing and the Roman Saturnalia Feast and Party

There’s nothing quite like dressing in a skirt when the temperatures dip below freezing!

The premise is 2 mountain bikes, joined by  fixed t-bar with an oil drum chariot at the back; teams of 3 race round the circuit in heats of 4 chariots a time.  Each heat winner moves to the next round until we have our finalists.  The final, as if the racers are not wet and muddy enough, comprises two laps.

 

In the evening at Green Events H/Q, also head office of the Brecknockshire Branch of the Monster Raving Loony Party, there is a toga party complete with Roman Feast.

 

Sadly you’ve missed your chance this year but there’s always 2019… enough time to get fitted for your Centurion outfit and find yourself a team.  Join us and wash away the winter blues with a fun packed weekend of crazy in the UK’s smallest town.

The World Mountain Bike Chariot Racing is the first event of the year run by Green Events Ltd, throughout the year they run a calendar of events, both quirky and mainstream, including World Bog Snorkelling, Real Ale Wobble, Man v Horse Marathon and Real Ale Ramble.  Bi-annually in the same small town of Llanwryd Wells, Powys you can find the 2 week festival of the World Alternative Games

Mission Mindfulness

Another day (plus an hour) in the life of…..

It’s 3:45 pm and I’m in my fave relaxing place, the bath. Another typically atypical day in the life of moi.

Today began with the end of yesterday. As days tend to do, merging seamlessly from one day to the next without any blank no man’s space in between. But this day started with a groundhog moment. Heading home from a Halloween party at 1amish we get in and start our tomorrow. Or is it today? I guess technically after midnight becomes the next day but if you’re still in the throws of the previous day and have not been to bed yet does that mean it’s still yesterday? By which I mean not yet today. Making today still tomorrow?. Confused? I am now!

Anyway. We got in and started doing all those things we prep when we have guests in the b&b. John checks the Ray burn is still alight and adds more coal to ensure its still cosy warm at breakfast time. He sets the bread maker so (later) in the morning the gorgeous aroma of freshly baked bread will waft up the stairs and entice the guests down for a delicious Cerdyn Villa breakfast. I  prepare all the breakfast ingredients. We maybe set the table. Clear the kitchen.  Set the dishwasher and washing machine.

I check my phone for the time. It’s still just after 1am…..Am I in a time warp? No. It’s  daylight saving.  (Could have had an extra hour at the party).

So we go to bed at 1:30am which is really 2:30am but I’m all relaxed ‘cos the guests want breakfast at 8am , which is really 9am so I have loads of time?!?!

Hubby goes upstairs like this..

…and shortly after we realise getting back to his normal handsome self is not going to be easy… the transfer is not coming off. He tries makeup remover. Nope. Soap and water. Nope. My facial scrub.  Nope. My super luxurious body scrub. This bugger is not shifting. He starts scratching at it with his nails…. it’s half off when he goes to sleep. And as we feel we have so much time in the morning with our groundhog hour, we figure we’ll sort it then.

Suddenly it’s 7:55am, which may well really feel like 8:55 am but even stretching that extra hour it still mean’s we have 5 real minutes before we find guests salivating to the smell of fresh-baked bread and longing for their full cooked breakfast. Eek. Hubby has the morning after Halloween party face and I’m not sure our guests can handle it. Then I remember how I got my transfers off. Aqueous cream or vaseline. Rub it in and the transfer slides off. Oops.  Hubby is under the impression that it would have been more helpful and less painful had I remembered that seven hours previously.  Oops poor Hubby and his beautiful raw face!

Anyway. Lots of happy well fed guests who shared a laugh at Hubby’s expense. By 10 am, seven breakfasts have been served and cleared. Guests have checked out. Rooms are stripped. Dishwasher is loaded. Washing machine is going full pelt and I’ve made us a brunch after all its 11am in our heads!

It’s a gorgeous day. Sun was shining when we woke, (thankyou day light saving for repositioning 7am in the 8am slot) and I still had half a dozen plants that needed to go in the ground before the first frost; Hubby had the lawn to cut and the garden furniture all needed moving/storing ready for the tree felling to take place next week.

Four hours of strenuous digging, weeding, plant moving and clearing in my poor neglected garden and I can barely stand.   So Hubby sends me for a soak. And here I am. Soaking,  blogging and enjoying a nice cuppa.

Did you remember to turn back your clocks?

Lucy At Home

Rhyming with Wine