Woodie

So, we left Phyl with her car repair in progress, and took off to mums to sort out her iPad - again. Then we wound our way down through the middle of Wales, which is the longer and more tiring but infinitely more rewarding journey, stopping off at Lake Vyrnwy on the way.

This woodie was impressive, despite being shot from behind the glass in the RSPB hide. 

The coffee at the adjacent tearoom, on the other hand, was the filthiest muck I've ever been charged real money for. I can't see us going back there for a while. The place is called Artisans, and it's best avoided; the word "artisan" is being very misused indeed.