(to the tune of goodbye yellow brick road)

 Goodbye Hafan y Môr

Where the coastline meets the crags
And the campers pitch their tents in rain
I’ve had my fill of the A55
And the cost of fuel to bear the strain.

Maybe I’ll get back to those local fields
Where the traffic isn't quite so loud
Where the margins aren't so razor-thin
And I don't feel quite so lost within the crowd.

Oh, goodbye Hafan y Môr
Where the dog-work was plenty and grand
You were a paradise for Errol’s soul
With a pat from every hand.
You’re a long, long haul from the life we know
And the profit just won’t rise
So goodbye Hafan y Môr
We’re heading home beneath different skies.

Errol’s looking out the window now
Wondering where his furry friends have gone
He loved the fuss, the endless pets
From dawn until the day was done.
But the fuel light’s glowing amber bright
And the miles are adding to the toll
We need a spot that’s closer in
To keep our business and our spirits whole.

Oh, goodbye Hafan y Môr
Where the dog-work was plenty and grand
You were a paradise for Errol’s soul
With a pat from every hand.
You’re a long, long haul from the life we know
And the profit just won’t rise
So goodbye Hafan y Môr
We’re heading home beneath different skies.

It’s been a journey, that’s for sure. The scenery was breathtaking, and honestly, seeing Errol in his element—tail wagging, greeting every stranger like a long-lost friend, and thriving on the busy dog-friendly atmosphere—made every extra mile worth it for a while. But business is business. Between the soaring fuel prices and the sheer exhaustion of that endless drive, we’ve had to make the tough call. It’s time to find a home closer to our roots.

So, while we’re saying goodbye to the beautiful shores of Hafan y Môr, we’re taking the memories of those happy, wagging-tailed days with us. Errol might be missing his fans, but I know he’s ready for the next adventure—hopefully one that leaves a little more in the tank.

KthxBai for evah! Errol