Man, what a day! I woke up in Cardigan, and let me tell ya, it was a wild ride. First off, I’m a cooper, right? So, I’m all about them barrels. But today? Today was a whole different story.
I strolled down to the High Street, feeling all chipper. The sun was out, and the seagulls were squawking like they owned the place. I grabbed a cuppa from that little café on the corner—Caffi Clyd, I think it’s called. Best coffee in town, no joke. But then, bam! I spill it all over my apron. Great start, eh?
So, I’m wiping coffee off my apron, and I hear this commotion. Turns out, there’s a market on at the Castle Green. I love a good market! Fresh produce, local crafts, and all that jazz. I dash over, dodging tourists like I’m in some kind of obstacle course.
At the market, I bump into old Mrs. Jenkins. She’s got her usual basket, filled to the brim with veggies. “Oi, you! You still makin’ them barrels?” she yells. I’m like, “Yeah, Mrs. J! You know it!” She starts rambling about how her grandson needs a barrel for his homebrew. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need—more work!” But I can’t say no to her. She’s like a grandma to me.
Then, outta nowhere, I see this guy trying to juggle apples. I mean, come on! Who does that? He drops one, and it rolls right to my feet. I pick it up, and he’s all embarrassed. I’m like, “Mate, you need a barrel to catch those!” Everyone laughs, and I feel like a hero for a sec.
But then, the mood shifts. I’m walking back, and I see this group of kids messing around by the river. They’re throwing stones, and I’m like, “Oi! Be careful!” But they just laugh and keep going. I’m fuming. Like, come on! This is the Teifi River, not a playground!
I head down to the quay, trying to chill. The view is stunning, though. The boats bobbing, the water glistening. I take a deep breath. But then, I see a couple of lads trying to fish. They’re not catching anything, just drinking cans. Classic Cardigan, right? I can’t help but chuckle.
After that, I decide to hit up the Cardigan Castle. It’s a bit of a trek, but I love the history. I’m wandering around, and I overhear some tourists talking about how they think it’s haunted. I’m like, “Yeah, right! The only ghosts here are the ones from the past who got lost!”
But then, I get a bit lost myself. I end up on a random street—Pendre, I think? It’s all cobbled and quaint. I’m just wandering, taking it all in. I spot this little shop selling handmade stuff. I can’t resist. I go in, and the owner’s a right character. He’s got this wild beard and a twinkle in his eye. “You need a barrel for your dreams!” he says. I’m like, “Mate, I just need a break!”
Finally, I make my way back home, exhausted but buzzing. Cardigan’s got this vibe, ya know? It’s quirky, it’s lively, and it’s full of surprises. I plop down on my couch, thinking about the day. I’m angry, happy, and everything in between.
So, yeah, that was my day in Cardigan. Just another day in the life of a cooper, right? Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!