I was pleased to come across The Old Point House, I had taken ample water with me of course but I found the thought of a pint of orange juice and lemonade most attractive. It was small and dark inside and as it was a sunny day sitting outside was the best option so I chose the only table that was unoccupied and erected the parasol, sat myself down and took a deep swig of the sweet, lightly fizzy drink, very nice. I was just relaxing with the warm sun on my back when a gusty breeze caught the parasol, lifting it in the air and knocking over my previously refreshing drink. I retrieved the parasol and drove it firmly into the ground and debated whether to return to the bar for a refil. I would have done had it not been for a rather loud lady educating the surrounding crowd with dubious facts about Wales and the Welsh.
I made silent excuses and left.