“I wish I’d brought a sexy nightie with me…” I said to my husband.
“Oh, haven’t you?” Chris asked with mock disappointment (at least I think he was feigning).
Well, we have been married for over twenty years so my night attire wasn’t exactly my first priority (oh dear – what am I saying?). Perhaps it was the novelty of being away together in a foreign country that made me think of it.
Actually, North Wales is not foreign to Chris as he is one quarter Welsh and spent nearly all the summers of his childhood in Nevin (now Nefyn, since the return to Welsh language on all the signs); however, this was only my second visit to the place held so dear in my husband’s memory. And to make it even more exciting for me this time Chris took me first to the fantastic village of Portmeirion, which I had seen on television when I was child, for it was the location of the strange series called “The Prisoner”, the brainchild of Patrick McGoohan who devised the series and played the leading role of “Number 6”; but the most amazing thing about Portmeirion is that you would think you were in Italy. We were walking through the beautiful cliff-side village when the thought about sexy nighties (or the lack of one) hit me.
Much later on, after a wonderful night’s sleep in an “Air B’n’B” on the other side of Llyn Peninsula, I awoke and sat on the side of the bed to have a stretch; I was wearing a white vest with a navy blue stripe running through it and blue and white pyjama shorts. I could hear Chris laughing behind me.
“What’s so funny?” I asked.
“You look like a Breton fisherman!” he chuckled. “All you need are some onions around your neck!”
I laughed too. Not quite a sexy nightie!
“But I love this Breton fisher-woman,” Chris said, putting his arms around my waist and kissing my shoulder.
Turning around to kiss him back I noticed he was wearing a white t-shirt and blue and white striped pyjama shorts.
“Hey, you’re a Breton fisherman like me,” I observed with a giggle.
Pah to sexy nighties!
Below are some of my photos taken at Portmeirion last weekend .
Those Breton fisher-folk really know their onions! (even if they didn’t bring any!)
What a beautiful place. Thanks for the photos. 😃