Land of my fathers....

It's dark outside. You can still see the outline of the mountains in the distance and the two streetlamps I can see from my window which are surrounded by a haze that gives them an orange halo.

I've been in Wales for about an hour now. It feels like I haven't been away - nothing much has changed other than my bank balance and the length of my hair. Some of the shop fronts have changed but familiar faces walk down the high street.

We drove through town and I saw familiar faces on every street corner - I don't know everyone's name but I could tell you who they're related to. I had a flash moment where I thought "have I made the right decision", but this is the first time this thought has crossed my mind since I made my mind up a few months ago. I'm only here for another day then I'm off to Morocco for a 12 day break - I can't wait. I've already packed most of my things but I still have things to do - they say Sunday is the day of rest, well not for me!