Wonderful Wales

OK…I admit it.

I’ve been very rude about Wales in the past…
…but it really is lovely.
I can’t wait to go back.


One of the many nice things about where we stayed in Wales, was that it wasn’t far from the seaside.

In this case Aberaeron, where the brightly painted houses remind me of harbour towns in Scotland.
The old harbourmaster’s house was particularly fine.
There were some nice boats in the marina…
…and I really admired the chutzpah of calling such a small boat ‘The African Queen’.
I think some thespians must live here.
The day we visited a special horse festival was going on (which made it very difficult to park).
I’m not sure how much the donkeys enjoyed it.

Strata Florida

The ruins of Strata Florida Abbey are in a beautiful spot, in a fold between the hills.

The name means valley of the flowers…
…and it must have been magnificent.
Now there’s not much left…
…(although, philistine that I am, these tiles made me ponder how I’d like the floor if we ever have our kitchen sorted…)
…but ghosts of memories.

Cors Caron

Here is somewhere I’d like to go again – Cors Caron.

There’s a boardwalk across the peat bog – you leave your bikes here, on these rather nifty bike racks.
Stop to admire the carvings on the gateway…
…then plunge into the bog.

Sadly, I wasn’t feeling very well, so we had to truncate our walk.

Never mind…it’ll wait.