Welcome to that there Betsy Coed in Wales (I know that’s not how it’s spelt, but ask me if I care).

Today we spent a couple of hours whizzing over slate and water on zip wires in what can only be described as bomb disposal aprons. Oh what fun.

And tonight we are sat here after a hearty meal with our server Thurman Murman, who managed to drop the bottle of wine and glasses.

And now we are enjoying the weather in that there wales, before we go to the toboggan ride in the forrest tomorrow (did you know Forrest in Welsh is Fforest, what a waste of consonants).