|My Fiat in front of Ty Pinc already brushed off and ready to go! The Blorenge rises to the storm.|
It was also fortunate that I had practiced the route a bit on Google Earth. I hadn't realized until then that it goes up the Clydach Gorge as it enters the Brecon Beacons National Park. All I had to do was follow the extra roundabouts as it guided you on and off the new road and much of it was against oncoming traffic on just half of the new road. I've got the feel for the left side down pretty well. There would be pictures if I could have stopped.
Then I spotted the Cefn-Coed-Y-Cymmer viaduct, an unmistakable landmark, and chuckled to myself. Off the next exit and past the McDonald's to the Merthyr Tydfil Stake Center. And . . . no one was there. The gate was open but someone from Utah must have designed that driveway because little Fiat didn't want to go and started to slide. Not wanting to hit the church gate, I backed off and went around up the hill to wait and see if anyone else showed closer to church time. I was plenty early.
|Somehow this just didn't feel right.|
Booking.com came through with an inexpensive, last-minute deal just half a mile away in downtown Merthyr.
This place would have been really modern when it was built, say 1950. Not much in the way of remodels either. But it had to do.
I'd want to wander the town but I'm not sure my feet have recovered from their baptism of yesterday.
|Out my first floor (American second floor) window|
Having missed church, I figure Sabbath Dinner was made for man and I was man enough for the dinner. And I'll use the rest of my time as a day of rest because heaven knows, baby, it's cold outside!
The large window is only single paned. But I did figure out the radiator so I'm toasty. My shoes are all dried out now, too.
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