Last year NAH and I holidayed in Wales. We rented this cottage in a tiny village called Llanegryn, near Tywyn at the edge of Snowdonia National Park. We enjoyed our summer holiday so much, we returned for another week on October (see also my ABC Wednesday P post) and will probably be returning later this month.
Last June I'd just embarked on a seven month career break from work and so much was happening in our lives at that time, we were thinking very hard about how we wanted to change things for the future. I know that's often a common theme on holiday, but we really seriously went for it. Tywyn has an independent cinema and we went along both weeks to see the film on offer. We got talking to the proprietor on our second visit and it turned out he was thinking about his retirement and selling the business in the next couple of years. So on the way home to Chippenham our conversation went something like:
NAH: I really liked Tywyn - it was so friendly there
Me: Yes, and it's close to my most favourite bike ride in the world
NAH: How about buying the cinema then?
Me: Yes, OK - but we need to do a bit more research!
So we both went away and secretly mulled things over to ourselves. I even went as far as researching where we might live. I found the perfect cottage - sea and mountain views, plus a walled kitchen garden and Site of Special Scientific Interest in the grounds, with plenty of barns for NAH to turn into the workshop of his dreams. Oh and the odd few acres for me to play with, including planting a proper orchard at last.
So we decided to go back in October and went to have a look at the viability of buying a cinema in a Welsh holiday town. It was fascinating to have a look behind the scenes, particularly the projector room (very Cinema Paradiso) and the owner had a fund of funny tales about his 30 years as a cinema proprietor. I was surprised to find the business is very viable indeed. We went back to our cottage to discuss our findings, but it quickly became clear that it wasn't for us. The need to be on duty for 7 days a week for at least 4 months; the lack of backup to help us out in an emergency (unlike the current owner who has plenty of family locally to rally round); and the current uncertainty about our mothers' health meant we couldn't really commit ourselves to the adventure. However, I know that when we return to Tywyn we'll go past this place (and probably to see a film too) with more than just a little pang of regret.
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