I've just got back from a 40th birthday party with a difference. Rather than hire the local British Legion or village hall, the organisers of this particular party (Lizzie chief among them) set it on an ex-farm in the heart of the Brecon Beacons near Llandovery in mid-Wales.
About 60 of us turned up and we slept through the early hours of Sunday morning in wet and muddy fields being menaced by sheep and owls. Thankfully, the worst excesses of the British Summer (i.e. torrential rain) stayed away and we suffered only a light drizzle. It didn't dampen our enthusiasm for partying however. If anything, it kept us nicely cool when exiting the big barn to find a portaloo or to avail ourselves of the excellent pig roast. The big barn in question had a licensed bar, hay bales for seating, and a septuagenarian DJ with an eclectic taste in vinyl and an accent so impenetrable that not even the locals understood his links.
A short, uncomfortable night ended with even more pig-related foodery as our hosts knocked up a mega-barbecue breakfast of sausage, egg, and brie and bacon rolls washed down with gallons of tea, coffee, fresh orange juice and ibuprofen. For the brave of heart there were some cold pork rolls from the night before kicking around in the big barn. Shudder.
We had a great time. But now I'm happy to be home, slightly smelly and very tired. It's off to my bed for me.Happy birthday Simon!
4 comments:
The hillside in this last picture is breathtaking! So different from the flat corn and soy bean fields of the midwest. Sigh.
Looks like it was a fantastic party.
What a fab venue and I miss those rolling hills - it's flat flat out here mate!
Sounds like a fine time was had by all, very envious of the sausages and bacon too!
Willow and Sal - The scenery is pretty breathtaking in that part of the world and some of the views on the drive there and back were sunning. I guess that's why they made it a national park. The hills aren't so much fun to drive though!
Oh wonderful to see the beautiful Welsh hills again. We spent 3 years in Burry Port (made famous by Amelia Earhart), and often went for drives into the hills. A favourite stop was the ice-cream shop in Brecon....happy days.
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