Day Eleven

We were up early this morning to make sure we had a good breakfast and were in plenty of time to catch the bus at 9.45am.
We left Welshpool behind us and again travelled through unforgettable beauty. We had been through countryside with sea on one side and fields on the other, and had seen high hills and low hills, high mountains and very high mountains. So much variety. Now we were travelling through country where the hills were a series of rolls where hundreds of sheep and lambs were grazing. I know New Zealand and Australia have the largest number of sheep, but by the end of the tour I felt that we must come a close runner up.
From Welshpool we went through Radnorshire to Newtown where we changed buses for Brecon - and for the first time on our travels the bus was fairly full. In Brecon the bus was waiting to take us to Abergavenny in Monmouthshire. In the last few days we had travelled from Flint through Denbigh, on through Montgomeryshire again, through Radnor, Brecknockshire and lastly in to Monmouthshire, where we arrived at our destination - Abergavenny.
Although it wasn't very far from the bus station to the Hotel where we were staying, Margaret didn't feel she was able to walk that distance with her case. So after making enquiries I was told to go to the Snack Bar nearby where someone would ring for a taxi. When I asked for a taxi to take us to our Hotel they looked open - mouthed, but I explained that my friend couldn't climb the hill with her luggage and use her stick which was essential. With that, a young man who was sitting at one of the tables eating a bap said, "Don't bother with a taxi." And turning to the owner he said, "Keep my bap safe, I'll be back." And he took Margaret's trolley and away we went - slowly but successfully.
Throughout our trip we had met nothing but kindness. Young men and women had been so anxious to help us with our luggage, and this had been in North, South, East and West Wales. I only wish we could hear more about the good deeds of young people and give less publicity to the not so good.
Before leaving home I had also contacted the Soroptimists in Abergavenny and we were delighted when two ladies, both called Jean, whom we knew, came and joined us for tea. We had quite a chinwag catching up on news of the club members, and the time passed very quickly. We also found out that we could go free, using our Bus Passes, from Abergavenny to Gloucester, Hereford and Bristol which made me think what a wonderful centre this town would be for another trip another time.