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.
In May, I attended a conference in York. Matt came along with me and we were able to do some sightseeing in the area. York is a beautiful place; the original city walls, seen here, are thronged by tourists and locals alike. Although there is a guard rail in this section, many of the paths, which are narrow and quite high, are open. Not for those with a fear of heights or falling!
The Moors. Heathcliff was unavailable for pictures.
The Dales. It's beautiful here, a pastoral idyll. I now understand why Dad was so taken with Yorkshire. 
I can't remember the name of this town, but it's about an hour or so from where the last picture was taken. That's the great thing about Britain. One moment, it's rural; the next, it's coastal. It was a beautiful day. We were really lucky with the weather.
We stayed the night in Scarborough and spent the morning at the seaside. There was a band playing Cole Porter when we passed by. We didn't stop for too long; the warning notice strongly cautions against loitering. If you want to hear the music, you have to pay for a seat downstairs!
Late evening in Scarborough.
