As you read this, I'm not here. This is an automatically scheduled post.
The reason I'm not here is I'm in Wales. Last year's trip along the North Wales coast was so successful, so much fun, that I'm doing it again. Five days of yomping over hills, across bridges, along beaches.
I'd looked for a while for somewhere that was sufficiently interesting. This time, I'm heading to Mid-Wales: specifically, the Cambrian lines.
From Pwllheli in the north to Aberystwyth in the south, I'll be visiting all the stations and hopefully having a thoroughly good time. The scenery looks breathtaking, the attractions varied, and the stations go from the small to the tiny to the practically non-existent. All marvellous entertainment. The only downsides are that (a) it looks like the weather will be awful, so no chance of a tan, and (b) I won't have the chance to visit any of the Little Railways en route.
Of course, I'll write it all up when I get back (and hopefully within a decent time frame unlike some people). In the meantime, I'll be Tweeting throughout, because I'll have no-one else to talk to.
If I'm never heard of again, tell my mother I died doing what I loved best: arsing around under station signs trying to take photos of my nostrils.
P.S. for any would be burglars: I might be away, but the Bf has stayed at home, so don't try anything funny.