Cardiff Trip Day 8
Apr. 22nd, 2011 10:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
galadriel1010My last full day in the city :(
Despite intending to get up early and make the most of my day, I slept in until nearly 10. Oops.
I still got a full day out of it, though. I wandered into town, grabbed breakfast and lunch at Gregg's, breakfast to eat then and lunch for later, and went down to Bute Park, where I intended to catch the boat to the Bay. Unfortunately, the boat is once every hour and can only take 24 people each time, and I was the first person who couldn't go.
Rather than wait an hour for the next one I went to the bus station and caught a bus to Llandaff, which is where Leadworth is filmed, along with a few other locations. It is a beautiful little village, typically 'English', with the houses clustered around the village green and the church just off it, down in a dip so that it couldn't be seen by pirates. I sat on the grass overlooking the cathedral to eat my lunch, poked around the ruins at the bottom of the village, and was heading back to catch a bus when I spotted a BBC lanyard.
There were loads of people with lanyards with little forms attached, all apparently off on their lunch break, but I couldn't work out where they were filming. I had a look, including wandering down to the cathedral, which is gorgeous, but eventually gave up and meandered along the path through the wood to the dual carriageway to catch a bus to Mermaid Quay.
I poked through the shops down there for something to leave at the Shrine, and eventually went to the TI office (the real one, at the Millennium Centre), where I bought a windmill and three heart shaped stones with 'live', 'laugh' and 'love' written on them. I took these down to the Shrine and sat down there for a while, then caught the last boat back from the Bay to Bute Park and, beacuse it was Tuesday, went for steak at Wetherspoons.
Yet again, I got chatted up by some weird old guy, who had to ask me where I was from three times (and responded to it desparagingly each time - Welsh nationalists, gotta love them) and wouldn't let me go. Wetherspoons really need a policy of rescuing young women and their startling hats from drunk old men. He'd drunk at least two bottles of Newcastle Brown and moved onto his third whilst he was talking at me.
Dinner was very nice, once I escaped him, and then I ambled back across town to my hostel, where I actually did some writing, but not a lot.
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Despite intending to get up early and make the most of my day, I slept in until nearly 10. Oops.
I still got a full day out of it, though. I wandered into town, grabbed breakfast and lunch at Gregg's, breakfast to eat then and lunch for later, and went down to Bute Park, where I intended to catch the boat to the Bay. Unfortunately, the boat is once every hour and can only take 24 people each time, and I was the first person who couldn't go.
Rather than wait an hour for the next one I went to the bus station and caught a bus to Llandaff, which is where Leadworth is filmed, along with a few other locations. It is a beautiful little village, typically 'English', with the houses clustered around the village green and the church just off it, down in a dip so that it couldn't be seen by pirates. I sat on the grass overlooking the cathedral to eat my lunch, poked around the ruins at the bottom of the village, and was heading back to catch a bus when I spotted a BBC lanyard.
There were loads of people with lanyards with little forms attached, all apparently off on their lunch break, but I couldn't work out where they were filming. I had a look, including wandering down to the cathedral, which is gorgeous, but eventually gave up and meandered along the path through the wood to the dual carriageway to catch a bus to Mermaid Quay.
I poked through the shops down there for something to leave at the Shrine, and eventually went to the TI office (the real one, at the Millennium Centre), where I bought a windmill and three heart shaped stones with 'live', 'laugh' and 'love' written on them. I took these down to the Shrine and sat down there for a while, then caught the last boat back from the Bay to Bute Park and, beacuse it was Tuesday, went for steak at Wetherspoons.
Yet again, I got chatted up by some weird old guy, who had to ask me where I was from three times (and responded to it desparagingly each time - Welsh nationalists, gotta love them) and wouldn't let me go. Wetherspoons really need a policy of rescuing young women and their startling hats from drunk old men. He'd drunk at least two bottles of Newcastle Brown and moved onto his third whilst he was talking at me.
Dinner was very nice, once I escaped him, and then I ambled back across town to my hostel, where I actually did some writing, but not a lot.
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