I got asked to write down my fondest fforest memory. “Easy peasy” I thought. Then I stopped in my tracks...
Was it the first time we went there in late Autumn 2009 to celebrate our wedding anniversary? What about the time I stole the TOP SECRET granola recipe (Thanks Sian)?
How about when I helped Robbie herd the ‘escaped’ bull back into its field?
Or that first night we ever spent in a dome?
How about any of those boozy nights at the Bwthyn and the dark wobbly walk back to bed?
We renewed our wedding vows there. Surely that’s gotta be up there when my wifey wore her old wedding dress and wellies?
And all those campfire baking sessions we’ve ever done there?
Picking flowers for the other guest’s accommodation?
That new year in the farmhouse? How could we forget? How did we remember?
That time James made me drink whisky with him. It may have happened more than one time.
Sue’s party at the farmhouse where I thought it was her 40th and it wasn’t?!
The pot of tea when you arrive?
How about all the new friends we’ve made there?
How about those people who we now consider family?
Sian. James. Jackson. Robbie. Calder. Teifi. And all the fforest elves.
When you stay at fforest it makes an impression on you and you’ll never be quite the same again.
