Love it, 8!
A few years ago, when I was employed by a firm which dealt with leisure sites, I had to go to Haverfordwest to look over a site.
Of course, from here to there is quite a long way, and I just had to stop over and enjoy a few jars with chums in 'The Beverley' in Cardiff, and also stay the night in one of those delightful small hotels in Llandaff Road.
The next morning, the 'few' jars seemed more like a waterfall, and while I sat there, looking at an enormous breakfast, I wondered what had hit me, although I was mindful of the eight-hour beer rule for the following morning.
After a suitable time, I set off for the West, and that fabulous road down to the town I needed to see was about two ft under my wheels, and the day was just magnificent!
I did the business, then faced a six-hour drive home in fine fettle, ignoring the signs back to Cardiff (and the pub), and eventually got safely home with heart held high!
I just love Wales, and still have fond memories of all our times in Amroth with the kids, plus several years in Brecon, but that's another story...