Having experimented with his new found powers by amending the standing orders of the third assembly and forcing through cutting edge bicycle and pedestrian related, local government legislation First Minister The Rt Hon Carwyn Jones AM set his sights on higher quarry.
As soon as he recovered from the dizzying realisation of the sheer scope of the ancient text he set to work packing. He would, he vowed, discover the source of the ancient knowledge contained within the text. His five year mission would be to explore funny old worlds, seek out ancient life and bygone civilisations. To boldly go where quite a lot of people had gone before but not for a really long time.
For a quest of this magnitude he would need epic supplies. Toothbrush, phone charger, phone, travel soap and or shampoo, sat-nav, sat-nav charger, resealable plastic bags toothpaste, moisturiser, iPod, top-up card, nectar card, double nectar card vouchers, the list was endless. Waterstones loyalty card.
Finally the packing was complete. Well not quite but he had the basics and a lot of the rest he could pick up on the way. He had his debit card and everywhere takes those these days. Packing, he decided was a doddle. He yearned for the real adventure to begin. Pausing only to explain to his PA that he would be popping out for a bit Carwyn strode through the Senedd like a colossus. Grown women visibly swooned as his slipstream pulled them towards him like flotsam in the wake of a magnificent steamer.
Trailing his capacious and practical trolley-case behind him he marched towards a greater destiny than the leadership of Wales alone could grant him. He marched towards the place he knew the scrolls would reveal the truth unto him. He marched towards the future of humanity, undreamed of knowledge and secrets of such depth, the angels would weep. He marched towards Burry Port.