G had to go to Cardiff for a couple of meetings. It's 3½ hours drive which means it's not possible to do meetings as a day trip, so it means staying over. Rather inconveniently, the meetings were on Saturday and Tuesday. There wasn't enough time in between to go home and come back, so we stayed for the full 5 days.
Back when our son and daughter were at university in Cardiff, I used to drive up and down the A470 carting them and their stuff back and forth, but these days we normally go by train because who wants a car in a city centre where everything you want is within walking distance and the parking is limited and expensive?
The journey down was fine, though for a while it looked like we would be packed like sardines as half the train had to turn back in order to replace the Aberystwyth bound train that had broken down at Machynlleth. However, after sitting for a little while, the train manager announced that they had arranged a bus for those travelling directly to Shrewsbury (yes, we do have to travel from north to south Wales via England!), which relieved the pressure considerably, but we stuck with the train as we had seats and I don't travel well on buses.
The hotel was one we hadn't stayed in before, but it turned out to be nice, newly refurbished but rather hot. There was limited air conditioning, but it couldn't cope with the unusually hot weather. Thankfully a fan was provided, which made things bearable.
On the Saturday, G was in his meeting so I caught the train along to Port Talbot to have lunch with our son and family. We went to the beach and walked along the sea front and ate ice cream.
On the Sunday G didn't have a meeting so we went on a day out together. First we went by train to Taffs Well and then walked to Castell Coch along the footpath and cycle way that ran alongside the busy main road for a while. We soon reached the village of Tongwynlais and climbed and sweated up the steep hill to the castle.
Unfortunately the castle was closed for renovations. I will have to return another time to see the interior which, according to the website, it worth seeing.
"The ‘eccentric genius’ William Burges was given free rein by his paymaster, John Patrick Crichton-Stuart, the 3rd marquess of Bute, to create a rural retreat to complement the opulence of his main residence, Cardiff Castle. He didn’t hold back. Dazzling ceilings, over-the-top furnishings and furniture were liberally applied."
Castell Coch is a "fake" castle in that it was only built in the 19th-century during the Gothic Revival. There were some Norman ruins on the site but I think what you see is entirely a result of the Victorian imagination. As we couldn't go inside, we briefly explored the lovely shady woods before heading back to Taffs Well or Ffynnon Taf as it is called in Welsh.
As we were now hungry, we explored Ffynnon Taf in search of a shop selling sandwiches. We also wanted to find the well that gave the town its name. We soon found a Co-op and then found the park with a bench in the shade of a tree where we could sit and eat. Not much further on we found the hot spring.
Now the hot spring was a complete surprise and we hadn't been aware of its existence until we stepped off the train and saw a sign on the station platform. I'm glad the sign was there because otherwise we would have missed seeing Wales's only hot spring. Britain doesn't have many hot springs and Wales only has only the one. Here it is, in a specially built building.
Apparently the water bubbling up in the warm pool in the dark interior has spent 5000 years filtering its way down through the mountain before eventually re-emerging.