In my ignominious flight from Cardiff on Saturday, my packing method consisted of going through my room like a hurricane throwing things back into my duffel that I’d just finished unpacking from Cornwall. As a result, my shower bag—shampoo, conditioner, face scrub, shower gel—got left in my cabinet.
So in Conwy, I had to go hunting for shampoo and soap, which will get me through the week. Unfortunately, in small cute medieval towns, the grocery choices are basically fancy homemade cheese boutique or 7-Eleven, with nothing in between.
I bought a bottle of the cheapest (read: only) brand of shampoo at Spar, but couldn’t find any soap. So I went to a lovely handmade crafts boutique where I found a little sliver of lavender artisan soap in the cast-off bin. It’s barely more than a shard, but if I don’t get it too wet it should tide me over till I swing back through Cardiff on Friday to resupply on my way to Swansea.