... whence we shall trundle down the valley to our destination.
Assuming fbb's earlier departure from Seaton, taken to avoid early collapse of the whole schedule, the journey would take 10 hours and 3 minutes.
"Car? Shame on you! Why not use the wonderful UK public transport network that you enthuse about so often?" Guess why!
Had they been travelling tomorrow (Monday 14th April) a more juicy solution would have presented itself. Instead of alighting from the train at Machynlleth, stay on board till Tywyn.
Leave the (unstaffed) station ...
... walk down he road past the co-op (suppliers of comestibles to holidaying fbbs) ...
... and catch the last Talyllyn train of the day to Nant Gwernol.
Arrival at the terminus is only 9 minutes later than the Transport Defunct time.
Then it's only a short walk through the woods ...
... carrying two large cases; two bulging soft bags; a large crate of computer stuff blogging for the use of; duvet, sheets and pillows for the king-sized bed; assorted towels; a collection of "useful" books and maps; and, the straw that would have broken the camel's back, Mrs fbb's handbag!
Today is Palm Sunday in the traditional ecclesiastical calendar. The story is familiar, recording Jesus' joining in with a pre-passover procession and being welcomed enthusiastically. But it's what happened on the next day that provides our second oddity.
The next day, as they were coming back from Bethany, Jesus was hungry. He saw in the distance a fig tree covered with leaves, so he went to see if he could find any figs on it. But when he came to it, he found only leaves, because it was not the right time for figs. Jesus said to the fig tree, “No one shall ever eat figs from you again!”
Now that is odd! More later.