We'd travelled down the previous day because the meeting started early, so we parked at the university and G trotted off to work and, because rain was forecast, I walked down into the town straight away.
Recent archaeological excavations have revealed that Caerleon was even more important than previously thought. It was a major port back in Roman times. I wandered, as usual, past the remains of the legion's barracks.
Then I continued on past the amphitheatre where a woman was exercising three lurchers. The dogs were having great fun, racing and bounding around the arena, which of course is all grassed over now and not covered in sand as it would have been when people watched rather more ferocious animals galloping around.
Unfortunately, it then began to rain so I hurried back up the hill to wait in the car. Usually the meetings take less time than predicted, but this time it dragged on and on. I didn't mind, I had taken plenty to do. I had a scarf to crochet and my iPod and books so I could revise my Welsh in preparation for the summer school the following week.
When G finally appeared, we drove on to Merthyr Tydfil where we were to spend the night before trundling home on the Sunday.
Merthyr is a place we'd always drive past, but on our last trip down south we did actually venture into the town centre. This time, we not only walked into the centre, where there are a number of splendid Victorian buildings, we carried on up the hill and found Cyfarthfa Park and Castle.
As you can see, this building has been nicely cleaned and looks rather good, especially with that lighting.
And here is Cyfarthfa Castle, which is not an ancient castle but was built in the 1820s as the home of the Crawshay family, ironmasters of Merthyr Tydfil.
Despite the stormy sky in the second photo, the rain held off and we walked around the castle grounds (now a public park) and down past the lake before heading back to our hotel.