One road leads to London, One road runs to Wales,
My road leads me seawards, To the white dipping sails.
John Masefield
We took the Welsh road this weekend, embarking on a grand adventure through the land of James Herriot! We bowed our heads in celestial cathedrals, crossed the moats of imposing castles, tried Welsh dishes such as Bara Brith, Cawl, and Pice Bac (which tastes particularly amazing by the way!) and even managed 9 holes at dawn, overlooking Cardigan Bay! As so many adventures could take volumes to recall, in the titular words of a great British author, I will cut a long story short… sharing some of the many highlights.
Live blogging from the Bus:
7:22am: walking to the “lay-by” a ½ mile from the Stanford house
7:26: loading luggage
7:31: watching stragglers frantically run towards the aforementioned “lay-by”
7:42: students, alert with energy are waiting in anticipation for the engine to start
7: 46: Forward ho… with a charge and a cry for Harry and St. George, we are off….
7:56: and we have our first sheep sighting
8:06: trotting abounds… horse sightings…
8:09: cows are lowing: This is James Herriot country… where’s trickie-woo?
8:20: the ecstatic anticipation and energetic conversation that has filled the past 62 minutes of airwaves has lulled as sleep deprivation sets in and pillow come out.
8:42: so much greenery
9:06: signs read M4 (M5) for Wales! (well, sans exclamation mark of course)
9:18: view from my window: green straggle pitted against a gunmetal grey sky, in the distance, a hillside is bestrewn with cows and sheep, and beautiful brick facades
9:30: we are passing sheep, cows, a steeple and… wait, what? Yes, that was the Chepstow FORD dealership, in between signs for Cardiff and Newport
9:31: Welcome to Wales!
The chwarae is a troed,
ej
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