So I’m doing Lôn Las Cymru for a break, and it lashed it down last night/today.Hanging tent & all out in tonight’s B&B to dry, I just nipped into the corridor to check the gloves on the rad...*click*...Oh FUCK...There I am, stark bolock naked, in a corridor, with a locked door between me and my belongs....Had to borrow a towel from another guest, walk 200m across Rhayader to the pub, and sit in the bar for 10 minutes waiting for the manager to turn up and find the master key, whilst nonchalantly drinking a pint...then walk back.Good job nobody knows me round here and I have no sense of embarrassment 😁
