Yes, it’s a weightless report, but just look at that step count.
I took myself to St Fagans National Museum of History (as it’s currently called, having been renamed a few times over the years). This involved a train to Cardiff, then a bus direct to the museum entrance. The building that I really need to stop thinking of as “new” is currently closed for a major refit, so my visit was limited to wandering around the extensive grounds and looking at a sample of the buildings that have been relocated and reconstructed form all over Wales. For the benefit of my North East readers, St Fagans is something like Beamish, only more so, and with free entry. Though no nice buses and trams to take you around the site, so you win some, lose some…
It was a bit warm for walking around, and I planned to head back at around 3pm, only to find that my limited research had omitted the little detail that on schooldays the bus doesn’t actually run for most of the afternoon, so I had to wait (along with everyone else) for the last bus at 4:30. But hey, I got on the bus and had a seat, so that wasn’t all that bad.
Various acts of photography were committed, and the results will appear over the coming days, but here’s a sample for now – this is part of the landscaped gardens in front of the Elizabethan manor house: