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So the mission was clear: to boldly go where no man had gone before. Well ok, a few had gone before but not many lived to tell of it. Why? Because we’re talking about Wales: of course. Yes, that far-off land of fierce tribes such as the Silures and the Ordovices. To be fair, we were visiting Cardiff and South Wales which, we were reliably informed, is quite civilised and not a muskeg like North Wales. So with expectation and just a little trepidation, the wagon train of Rochdale, Oldham and Bury CAMRA set off for pastures new.
On a campaign such as this, as any Roman legionary will tell you, it’s wise to surround yourself with seasoned veterans. So naturally I headed for Jack and Jill, as campaigners don’t come much more seasoned than these two. Once we were underway, our drinking plans for this adventure were outlined by Stopwatch Sid’s erstwhile Padawan: Bingo Billy, who had kindly forsaken his award-winning bingo calling duties for the duration and was to be our guide for the weeken…