Wales, Februrary 2006
The cathedral in St. David's was our starting point. It's the smallest city in the UK. And, of course, it's only a city because it has a cathedral. We stayed in a little guest house down the road, run by a bachelor, who was ably assisted by his whippet. Although the accommodation was fairly basic, the breakfast was staggering. Exactly what you'd expect from a man: rashers, sausages and pudding, beans, tomatoes and mushrooms, plus waffles, plus toast. We didn't need to eat again that day.
Picture for my brother. 
As above.
Carn Menyn, southwestern Wales. It's believed that this is where the rocks used in Stonehenge came from.
Matt and I
This sleepy looking little coastal town is credited as being the birthplace of Welsh nationalism. Somewhere, out of frame, is the university where courses in the Welsh language were first taught. Although things have calmed down considerably since the seventies, the Welsh still aren't too keen on the British. Consequently, most of the day-to-day negotiations fell to me. And it's true, the Welsh hate the English. But they like Canadians!
A lovely little waterfall first made popular by 19th century tourists.
This atmospheric valley was immortalized in print by someone I can't remember who completed one of the Bronte sister's manuscripts. More details to follow.
We drove to the north and made our way through Snowdownia National Park. I think this is part of Snowdown Mountain.
The view from our cabin on the ferry over. We were directly under the bridge and felt each wave as it broke on the ship's prow. We did manage to get some sleep, but it felt like napping on a roller coaster. Lots of ups and downs. But as my brother pointed out, at least the bed didn't come equipped with a safety belt.
Stonework at Jerpoint Abbey, Thomastown, Kilkenny
As above
The cathedral in St. David's was our starting point. It's the smallest city in the UK. And, of course, it's only a city because it has a cathedral. We stayed in a little guest house down the road, run by a bachelor, who was ably assisted by his whippet. Although the accommodation was fairly basic, the breakfast was staggering. Exactly what you'd expect from a man: rashers, sausages and pudding, beans, tomatoes and mushrooms, plus waffles, plus toast. We didn't need to eat again that day.
As above.
Carn Menyn, southwestern Wales. It's believed that this is where the rocks used in Stonehenge came from.
Matt and I
This sleepy looking little coastal town is credited as being the birthplace of Welsh nationalism. Somewhere, out of frame, is the university where courses in the Welsh language were first taught. Although things have calmed down considerably since the seventies, the Welsh still aren't too keen on the British. Consequently, most of the day-to-day negotiations fell to me. And it's true, the Welsh hate the English. But they like Canadians!
A lovely little waterfall first made popular by 19th century tourists.
We drove to the north and made our way through Snowdownia National Park. I think this is part of Snowdown Mountain.
