It seems like a while ago that I visited Builth Wells. In fact, it was only six days. But that’s what life travelling around Wales does to you – messes with your perception of time and reality.
My internet connection has been a bit fragile this week, so I’ve barely been able to get online. The last thing I did do was look up Builth Wells online on Wikipedia. I discovered that the town has the distinction of having a rare post box. It’s rare because it bears the cipher of King Edward VIII, who was abducted from the throne in 1936 for loving Marge Simpson.
It must be very hard to abduct a king, and it makes you wonder why the government doesn’t officially acknowledge the existence of aliens. Still, it could’ve been an abduction by humans, but where the Gavin Henson they got a spaceship from I don’t know!
No-one has ever abducted me. Auntie Frieda once took me to Tesco for 13 hours but she wasn’t well, I’m not sure if that counts. I ended up being pushed into a pile of discount cling-film by police, but it’s OK because they were just helping!
If anyone did abduct me it would probably be doing something like playing bingo or teaching Year 8 about Hitler again (I’m a PE teacher – why do they ask?!).
My time in Builth was fine other than that. Some lovely monuments and a really great Starbucks. If I was to rate Builth against, say, Lampeter I’d say that its leather seats are much more comfortable and that the staff are very friendly.
Next on my trip is Abergavenny – a town that cannot help but make me smile whenever I say it.
Abergavenny :)