A braai in Wales!

Sunday 13 June.

 

I was cleaning out the loo cassette when Margaret arrived, a bit earlier than expected, to collect us. We had had breakfast and everything else was ready for us to go but I had left the loo until the last minute. Margaret had been out earlier for her morning run and had done another 10 km route, this one hilly.

 

The boys were up and about when we got to the house and all their toys were scattered about the floor. The TV was on and we had 'Jungle Book', 'Shrek' and 'Pinocchio' in the background throughout the morning. In the afternoon Dave and Bev were coming round for a braai but the weather in the morning wasn't looking too promising, overcast and the wind was cold. Justin had a friend from London staying in Cardiff for the weekend and he had arranged play golf with him in the afternoon.

Better weather for the braai.

 

Dave and Bev arrived about 2:00 pm and luckily the weather had improved considerably. It was very warm when the sun was out but the wind was still cool when some of the fluffy clouds covered the sun. All the toys were now moved outside on to the lawn at the back. Margaret erected a small tent for the boys to play in and a sand box from them to build castles; unfortunately Rhys liked to eat the sand. Ewan was dressed up in a fisherman's outfit he is wearing for a play he is in at the nursery school.

Fisherman Ewan.

 

Margaret had bought the little one-off disposable BBQ's at the supermarket, little metal trays with just enough charcoal to do one braai. She cooked chicken drumsticks, hamburgers and venison sausages. We had the meat with salad and garlic bread. It was very nice. At 6:00 pm it was time to clear up and while we picked up and put away all the toys, tent and chairs the other grandparents gave the boys their bath. A little later Justin got back, we had left him some of the meat from the braai for his dinner. His golf game was good for the first half but downhill for the second nine.

 

Once the boys were in bed it was time for us to go and Dave saved Margaret the trip to the campsite by driving us 'home'. It was on their way, they live in Caerphilly. When we got in the first job was again to make up the bed then I checked the TV. There wasn't anything on we wanted to watch so I read the paper and worked on the crossword before we got to sleep at our usual time.

 

It had been kisses and cuddles with everyone when we left as we head for Scotland in the morning. We will probably won't see them again until we make our way to the Continent again in the autumn.

 

 

 

 

Posted with Blogsy