The Welsh don't go in for easy-to-pronounce names, a fact comically illustrated by the spectacle of Mrs M trying to read out the names of villages as she navigated from the road atlas during the journey.
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The highlights of the weekend were:
- A gonad achingly cold wild swim, lasting all of 30 seconds.
- Some primal/paleo meals, interspersed with a fast - not easy when Mrs M is making liberal use of room service under your nose.
- A long, slow run (or persistent hunt) around the lake, starting pre-dawn and covering forest, hills and road.