I soon realised that I had made a mistake and that the whole business of not being punched in the face was going to be challenging, to say the least. Continue reading
Cardiff will always hold a special place in my heart. As I was telling you in a previous post, I fell in love with it as soon as I got off the London train on a cold and dark December. In my mind, the name will always conjure up a memory of frozen nose and red cheeks on evenings at the Bay. I was so cold that I could no longer feel my fingers and Mermaid Quay sparkled with fairy lights. We stopped at the (now defunct) Café Rouge. I remember the warmth of the onion soup bowl around which I wrapped my hands and afterwards, the icy wind as we walked back to our hotel. I loved that winter, as I have loved every winter there ever since (though it is of course very nice in the summer too).
Our first series will be dedicated to South Wales (not to be confused with New South Wales, which is about 10.000 miles down the road) for the very simple reason that I love Wales and the Welsh. I mean, those guys have managed to produce that absolute treasure of a man that is Leigh Halfpenny AND Welsh cakes, and a country that has yielded two things of equal value and appeal in the course of its history surely deserves our love and respect, unlike Switzerland.