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I thought that would amuse you 
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I Liked that Mr B.
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| New Message Posted!2012-06-14 23:58
Hi Cynthia
Welcome to MegP.
Hope you find the amateur researchers helpful.
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On 2012-06-14 23:01, sem wrote:
I agree, nothing is quite what it seems in Wales - Cerrig being a good example!
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sem
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I agree, nothing is quite what it seems in Wales - Cerrig being a good example!
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| New Message Posted!2012-06-13 20:32
Elyn Aviva writes:
We were savoring our after-dinner espressos at Llys Meddyg, a “restaurant with rooms,” in Newport, Pembrokeshire, Wales, when my cell phone rang. I looked at it suspiciously.
During the week we had stayed at Llys Meddyg the cell phone had never functioned inside the hotel. There simply wasn’t any signal. To make a phone call, I had to walk down the street waving it in the air until gradually the bars started showing up.
The phone kept ringing. I answered it and heard a woman’s voice, speaking rapidly. “Hi, this is Winifred. I hear you’re going to write about my land. If you write about my land, you’d better get it right!”
“Hello,” I replied. “How’d you hear about us?”
“My friend David told me. When can we meet?”
The phone suddenly cut out. I ran outside the restaurant and down the street, looking for a signal. One bar, two bars, three. I tried to return the call. It rang once and Winifred answered.
“Sorry, we lost the connection.” I said.
“It’s because of all the volcanic rock in the Preselis. It interferes with cell phone transmissions.”
“So that’s why!” I exclaimed. “I wondered.”
“When can we meet?” she repeated.
“We’re leaving Newport tomorrow.”
“I’ll be there in half an hour. Meet you at Parrog beach at 8:30.”
“We’ll be there.”
Gary and I finished our espressos, discussed the improbability of receiving a cell phone call in the “hotel dead zone,” and strolled down to the beach to await the mystery caller. Soon she arrived. Or, more accurately, she descended on us like a force of nature, her words tumbling out as fast as a torrential waterfall. Dark-haired, slim, intense, she gestured expressively as we walked along the beach.
“David told me you are writing a book about my land.”
We nodded. We were doing research for our Powerful Places in Wales guidebook.
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