The Lampeter Blog - Part 1
Lampeter is a small place - I reckon it takes just about ten minutes to walk through the 'town centre' which consists of a just a few small shops: a chiropodist(also a reflexologist), a couple of 'new-age' type shops selling scented candles (and I suspect spells and potions), a carpet shop (some I imagined had that worn, well-travelled look), a couple of boutiques (probably specialising in crinolines, corsets and bustles as well as space suits), several chapels (the door of one of these suddenly flew open as I passed and some glum-looking people carrying large irregularly-shaped boxes came out) and two takeaways(which had a strange exotic smell of incense). Well, that is what I spotted in my walk though last night. Apart from this it was very quiet. Except.. as I walked under one window there was a sudden fit of raucous screaming, and then from another open window on a first floor, laughing which was obviously drunken, manic, or both. I wanted to knock on the front door and ask if I could join in. One house had balloons tied to the railings but I think they had been there some time because they were partly deflated. I also found a recent small stone circle and an ancient rugby field claiming a proud and illustrious history.
That was last night. Today I had my first day of Welsh. It is of course, difficult, but I was expecting that. I wasn't really expecting to enjoy it - but so far I am - although my head hurts.