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We're soon at Portmeirion. Painted buildings and specimen trees are not
within Jack's gamut of interest. Muddy streams are. I goad Jack into jumping across a
muddy stream on the sands at the foot of the village. Jumping onto the sands was
successful. Jack happily explores the sands. But jumping back – no: he slips.
I'm requested to take a muddy teenager back in my car.
“What do you think to the holiday so far, Jack?”
“It sucks big time.”
“So you’ll be doing a web write up. Shall I get you the domain
www.walessucksbigtime.co.uk?”
“It’s probably already taken!”
Matthew, the then not quite so muddy Jack, and I head back, taking a scenic route over
mountains. There are steep narrow lanes to drive up. The view is clear enough to
see the mountains in Ireland. I'm greeted by several sheep at the summit.
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