And so at 8:30 on a dull drizzly morning we head off from Penclawdd on stage one of our journey to the Atlas Mountains. Checks were made after departure for glasses and passports, thank goodness all were found to be in their allocated places. Jools Holland is on the car stereo as we pass Port Talbot on the M4, doing his best to lighten up the grey doom of the morning and the hazy industrial landscape out of the drivers side window.
Cardiff now, and the skies are clearing and roads dry out. A lot of people on the road for this time on a Sunday morning. We speculate what activities our fellow travellers are on their way to.
Arriving at our regular M4 comfort stop, but no M&S sandwich today, strong coffee and a painkiller required. Either the restless night or the strong overpowering smell of air freshener in the car could be to blame. Will see if there is free wifi available there to get this posted as well.