We're going to Crickhowell for our holiday. 'Where?' I hear you ask. Good question. I had to google it myself to find out too.
Daughter, Son-in-law and GrandDaughter are in a cottage there for a week and they invited us to join them. Crickhowell is on the edge of the Brecon Beacons national park and is close to the old market town of Brecon and to Hay-on-Wye, town of books.
We're planning on doing a bit of walking, a bit of browsing and lots of relaxing, reading and most of all playing with GrandDaughter. (And a good pub has already been recommended to me.)
But we're not going until Sunday because it's Super Saturday, the finale of the Six Nations, which we're staying home to watch on our lovely big television and which, in theory, Wales could still win. Ha ha ha ha hee hee ha ha. But England could do the Grand Slam, which would make Husband a very happy hare.