From our trip to Wales two years ago:
She wanted to get to Green Bridge or something like that (I didn't write the name down) but we missed the roundabout or junction (I still swear the city name on the map covered it up). So she decided St. Govan's Chapel would do. We (not so merrily by this point as it was after 5 pm on an already long day) wind our way over and about the single track roads until we get to this final turn. We pass through a red and white gate, and as I look around, I start to wonder. I asked Sis if she was SURE we were going the right way and she told me we were going to keep going the way we were going (through what I'm sure were clenched teeth).
Well, as I'm worrying, I start to notice these signs, saying things like "do not touch debris," and "caution: live fire." So I'm starting to freak out when we come to a car park with a sign saying, "St. Govan's Chapel" and another saying, "Castlemere live fire range." Yes, this quaint tiny chapel in the middle of nowhere is on the coastal edge of a military live fire range. A fecking live fire range. I feel like I need to say it again. LIVE FECKING FIRE RANGE. Bunkers dotted the landscape. Sis did not notice until I pointed the signs out.
Then (nothing good can follow a bolded then)
instead of looking at the information sign at the front of the car park
we, like idiots, walk to the left and follow this elderly couple up and
through a gate. From there, we are walking around (in gusting winds)
following the edge of the cliff, not finding the chapel. Finally, we
get on the cliff edge in front of one of the bunkers to get out of the
wind and Sis spots it. The chapel at last wedged in a fissure in the cliffs. Now that it has been spotted, we have to get to it. We
hike back around, negotiate the gate, track through the car park and
past the info sign to the head of the stairs. I sigh. She rolls her
eyes. We traipse down. Well, she did. Traipsing, stairs and I don't
mix. It's tiny; one and half rooms worth of tiny. Pretty and austere
but tiny. Other than the chilly temp and high winds (and the live fire
signs), I'd go back in a heartbeat.
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