After three hectic days at work yours truly finally got to throw everything including the proverbial kitchen sink into and onto Moby for a well earned R&R week in the Gower.
Mrs Bear was invited and perked up when we drove through the Brecon Beacons, her evident disappointment at the lack of mountain walk abated when we stopped
for the obligatory dairy based food stuffs
which she always enjoys
and kept us sugar rushing until we got to our second home, Peters house.
Yours truly marked the start of the holiday proper by having his first beer since 4 June.
Riding the wave of courage given by Gower Gold I took on the formidable task of defeating the wasps that had also taken up residence.
So great was the damage coupled with the weight of the nest that the ceiling gave up fighting
and 100000000000000000 wasps and their babies crashed onto the floor. Yours truly left them to it as shorts and t shirt is no defence against the stripy foe.
In the safer part of the house the K9s lucky enough to accompany us were relaxed and
unprepared for the evenings excitement
which entailed a long walk to the gothic pile at the end of the village. Heres to a great week!
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