This time however, it really caught my eye!
I drove, first sniggering, then chuckling, on my way until I finally had to stop and wipe tears from my eyes. Then a thought struck me ... If I was to make the name of this place public via my blog, I could single-handedly save the British tourist industry from going down the pan this summer.
Now, I want all of your ladies to too keep a tight grip on yourselves and try to maintain some level of decorum when I tell you the name of the place. I want no fighting in airport or customs queues and I want you all to behave in a dignified fashion.
Are you ready?
The name on the sign was .....
.... Fferm Coch.
Ladies? Ladies? Is anyone still reading? Oh bugger!
As far as I can tell, it means Red Farm