How About those Castles?

 

Those Castles Though!

I’m not doing as well at keeping up with this blog as I thought I was going to. Somehow I had visions of writing every night and keeping up with it.

It has been two weeks since I last wrote anything.  In that time we have traveled through Wales and England and even popped over to Ireland.

We really loved Wales. As I mentioned before Wifey is addicted to historical stuff and Wales has that kind of thing crammed into every valley and perched on every hilltop.
There’s more castles and fortifications in Wales than there are fleas on a wild dog. I thought Wifey was going to go into cardiac arrest in her excitement.

I have to say, though, that the castles are very interesting. I cannot imagine living in them, though, especially in that climate where it’s cold and damp for a lot of the year. I think those castles would have been cold all the time. So you’d have to keep bundled up. Imagine taking baths. Ugh! No thanks.

So while those castles are imposing and romantic and steeped in history and significance, I can’t say I’d ever want to live in one.

I loved the scenery in Wales. Truly spectacular. We took roads up into the craggy mountains. So wild! So cold! So barren! Sheer rock faces and then other sides with slabs of rock all in a sharp and jagged tumble.

Incredibly inhospitable terrain. And yet we saw goats all over those rock faces, picking their way through as easy as pie. We often saw them running. Running! And they never fell. They must have velcro on the bottoms of their hoofs.

Wifey and I took a lot of pictures. We brought our Canon Rebel T51 on this trip, with our zoom lens and regular one and our macro. Wales was a great place to have all of those lenses.

I probably took a hundred pictures of those mountains and the goats. There were also small lakes in the depressions between the mountains. They were blue as sapphires when the sun came out and gray as slate when it went behind the clouds.

When we left Wales we drove across England to the east coast and then explored around that area for a few days. Enjoyed the little villages and the cottages with the wild gardens in the front, the open markets and the white churches with their steeples.

Loved driving through the countryside and seeing stone farmhouses with smoke wisping up out of the chimneys and dissipating into the sky. Loved the hillsides dotted with white sheep and crisscrossed with hedgerows and low stone walls.

We didn’t hit a lot of traffic, probably because it’s not high tourist season. We passed rattling farm trucks, the occasional lorry, and every once in a while a late model car like ours.

Also ran into horse-drawn carts sharing the road with us. That surprised us. Never imagined that carts would still be in use.

Then we were done with England. We drove through the Chunnel and began our adventure in France! And I’ll stop here for now.