UK Diary: Day 11

Thursday, August 9th, 2001

We have decided to skip Cardiff Castle and go to Hay-on-Wye instead. This is a little village known as "the town of books" and my husband said I couldn't have held up my head as the publisher of a book-related web site had we not visited. Although it is raining yet again and the roads to Hay-on-Wye look even smaller on the map than yesterday's road, we do it.

Hay is considered a "marcher town," being right on the border between Wales and England. The building of the first castle in the area - a motte and bailey castle - took place in about 1100 with the coming of the Normans. The building of the present castle in the center of the town took place between 1200 and 1211. The Jacobian manor house on the western side of the castle was built between 1600 and 1650.
The entire castle is a bookstore now, and all the stores in town - well, most of them - cater to various genres of books, from children's books to SF/Fantasy. You name it, they probably have it. We went shopping, we wandered around in the rain, we bought some old books, could not find any Georgette Heyer here - she's just in too much demand.

We are in the car driving to Winchester now. The original plan was to spend most of the day in Wales, drive to Southampton, turn in the car, and take a train to Winchester, where we'd stay overnight before leaving in the morning via train to Gatwick from Southampton. But I decided we should spend some time in Winchester itself, so we're going to drive directly to Winchester, check into the hotel, check out Winchester Cathedral, then take the car to Southampton and return to Winchester by train and walk back to the hotel.

Much of our last day on the road can be done on those nice big "M" highways, although we did hit a couple of the same road we'd been on between Bath and Salisbury. We settled on a BBC station and heard some really odd things, including bad lawyer jokes, a dramatic reading of an excerpt from Colridge's Xanadu, and a discussion of how American culture is destroying England. England's version of talk radio is different than what we're used to in the US - the hosts and guests don't actually talk to people calling in. A screener takes the information and then the host and guest talk about it.

As we are driving through the mountains we are seeing some small waterfalls and some hillsides filled with heather. Amazingly enough I have navigated not only to Winchester, but also directly to our hotel.

Winchester was for four centuries England’s capital and it was in 827 where Edward was crowned the first King of England and his successor, Alfred the Great, held court until his death in 899. In 1066, William the Conqueror had himself crowned in London, but repeated the ceremony here at Winchester Cathedral, which was begun in 1079 and was consecrated in 1093.
Little of the original stained glass has survived because of Cromwell’s Puritan troops ransacked the cathedral during the English Civil War.



Jane Austen is buried here!

While we were in the cathedral, we heard a service and a magnificent choir singing. Then I found Jane Austen's grave, which reads:


In memory of Jane Austen, youngest daughter of Rev. George Austen, formerly Rector of Steventon in this County. She departed this Life on the 18th of July 1817, aged 41, after a long illness supported with the patience and the hopes of a Christian.
The benevolence of her beauty, the sweetness of her temper, and the extraordinary endowments of her mind obtained the regard of all who knew her, and the warmest love of her intimate connections.
Their grief is in proportion to their affection - they know their loss to be irreparable, but in their deepest affliction they are consoled by a firm though humble hope that her charity, devotion, faith and purity have rendered her soul acceptable in the sight of her redeemer.

800-year-old tiles, as mentioned below.

After seeing her grave, we walked towards the altar of the cathedral. We saw a small chapel with 12th century wall paintings that are religiously themed. The arches, ceilings, and walls are all covered in murals. The carvings at the altar are magnificent, and the bones of many of the earliest English kings (going back to the Dark Ages) are in nearby tombs. Many of the tiles we walked on are from the 1200's. And, for anybody interested in knowing what St. Swithin's Day is, it's named after St. Swithin, who was Bishop of Winchester in 852 through 863.






The carvings at the altar are magnificent;
they were done in the late 1400s.
Some additional photos we took can be found here.
As we were getting ready to leave the cathedral, I passed a cleric. It's hard to imagine anything better than serving in such a house of god if this is your given religion.

We left Winchester Cathedral and walked back to our hotel in the pouring rain. We drove our car to the airport and turned it in. We bought tickets for the train ride back to Winchester and, in a lot of rain, walked back from the train station to our hotel, getting lost a couple of times, but who cares after what we've seen, what we've done?

Our hotel in Winchester is called the Du Vin and Bistro and every room in the hotel is named after a winery or type of wine. We are in the Barringer room and are looking forward to a final, delightful dinner here. Our return of the car/train-ride/trip back to the hotel was not precisely smooth, but we did fine, which is where I'm going to end our trip's journal - exhausted but thoroughly happy about each and every stop on our trip.

UK Diary: Day 10

Wednesday, August 8th, 2001

Good morning. It’s about 9:20 in the morning and we are on the road from Llandudno to Llyswen, which is in the Brecon Beacons as you head for the south of Wales. The Brecon Beacons is home to the most recent outbreak of foot and mouth disease, but it's also home to Llangoed Hall, our most luxe hotel of this fabulous trip. I'll keep that in mind as we drive on a road that's about the width of a small alley.
I've learned to keep my head in the map book at times when I get scared of the size of the road, the curves of the road, the height of the road, and how fast my husband is driving; I've been doing that a lot today.

But I kept my eyes on the road at a good time as we just saw Dolwyddelan Castle, which sites on the top of a little hill just by the side of the road.

It's really just a square with a little turret on the top, but it's actually in my Inside Wales guidebook and is said to be the birthplace of Llywelyn the Great. The guidebook went on to say, however, that he was born elsewhere in the area and that he built the castle in the early 1400s. Unfortunately, as I learned later, the guidebook was wrong as Llywelyn died in 1240. Apparently, the castle was actually built between 1210 and 1240. If you can't trust your guidebook, what can you trust?

Had we known it was right off the road we might have stopped for a visit of this isolated little castle set amongst the sheep.

As we've been driving through this part of Wales, it occurs to me it must be really fun to play hangman here. Certainly “L” would the first choice of any letter you’d pick. You would probably be able to make a double “L” ("Ll") a single choice.

My husband has done a terrific job driving today because the first two and three-quarters hours of this ride were very scary, and I've not been the best passenger. The road seems to have straightened out a bit and the rain eased off; I hope it's not as narrow or curvy or mountainous for the rest of our journey so I'll be able to keep my eyes open for the rest of the way.

It seems that over here in Wales, the sheep and the cattle graze together more or less. It makes me wonder why all those westerns force the cattleman against the sheep owners were such a big deal. Is it something about the land and/or the soil that makes it different?

Our original plan was to drive to Llyswen, check into the hotel, then drive to Caerphilly Castle, then drive back to Llyswen for the evening. However, after we passed the entrance on the wrong side of the road, we decided to continue on. The rain did too, and the next two hours were about the most frightening I've ever spent on the road.

The rain was so hard I couldn't see the road in front of me, the roads seemed narrower and curvier and filled with more hills than ever, and I was a mess, begging my husband to turn back because I was unsure of how far our destination was, and how much more harrowing it would be. In a look only husbands can give wives, he told me that would be impossible, and I had my eyes closed half the time, alternating between being a back-seat driver and sucking in the left side of my body in an effort to pull the car from the edge of the road through a combination of sheer power of will and utter stupidity. Had the situation been reversed, I probably would have just driven us off a cliff to shut me up.

After it was all done, I realized how incredibly lucky it is that I am not only married to a superb driver, but a man of almost limitless patience. He's a keeper. Thankfully, it appears the rain has ended.

Caerphilly Castle was built by Gilbert deClare, Lord of Glamorgan, beginning in 1268 and completed in 1326. It is one of the earliest example of the concentric walls within walls principle of defense. The castle and its extensive flooded water defenses covered over 30 acres. Caerphilly is the largest castle in Wales and one of the biggest in Britain. The castle was not completed in deClare's lifetime, but it was eventually finished.

Caerphilly Castle was allowed to slowly decay, as occurred with the castles we saw earlier in the north of Wales, but unlike those castles, this was not a royal castle. And yet, it was hugely ambitious.

During the 1250s and 1260s, a bitter and protracted dispute between King Henry III and his barons gave Llywelyn ap Gruffydd, a local Welsh prince, the chance to expand his own territories within Wales. The dispute was eventually settled not fully resolved, and left important questions of land ownership open regarding the Glamorgan uplands between deClare and Llywelyn. deClare began to build the castle to maintain his hold over the region.

This image shows the immensity of the castle.
Compare the people passing through the entrance with the size of the structure.
Remember that this isn't even the highest tower at the castle.
Also remember that the entrance is not at the bottom of the building.

Caerphilly was at the forefront of military technology of the day. It was the first deliberately planned concentric castle with the new walls within walls defensive system and was additionally surrounded by lakes to make a forced approach doubly difficult. Between the outer entrance and the inner part of the castle are three drawbridges, six portcullises and five sets of double doors. Between ages 75 and 140 a.d., the Romans ruled here in a fort fairly close to the current castle. Between 500 and 1,000 Romans were quartered in the fort. After they left in the 400s, princedoms in Wales grew to replace the Romans; the Welsh were Christian at this time.

Following the Norman invasion, powerful Norman barons entrenched themselves along the Welsh border and began to press westward to include this area, although they were not initially successful.

It was more than 200 years after the Norman invasion of England that Gilbert started to begin building Caerphilly Castle in 1268. Two years later,  Llywelyn attacked the castle and partially burned it. Llywelyn and Henry came to an agreement and the Welsh left the castle under a truce. Work on the castle continued, however, and deClare was able to sneak back in, which was supposedly then held by two neutral commissioners. Although deClare had broken the truce and was once again in possession of the castle, Llywelyn never again attacked.

The double-ringed defensive system employed at Caerphilly was later utilized by Edward I in the castles of north Wales.

By the time Caerphilly had been built, the feudal levy of men who fought for their lord in return for land had been replaced by a paid professional army. A duke was paid 66 pence a day, knights 10 pence a day, and a Welsh foot soldier 1 pence a day. During a siege, the advancing army would either try to blockade, use a trebuchet or perhaps mine underneath the castle, but because of Caerphilly's water defenses, this was not possible. Trebuchets were likely used, but were not particularly aim-worthy. They did find stone missiles found in various parts of the castle that would have been fired by a trebuchet, perhaps in a later siege of 1326-27. After that seige, Caerphilly never again took an active role in Welsh affairs.

The castle did not play a part in the English Civil War and so did not suffer at that time. However, its water defenses had been eliminated by then and Caerphilly basically languished as a picturesque and romantic site in the 18th century. It was restored in more recent years, although the famous leaning tower of Caerphilly, which extends 10 degrees out of the vertical and leans more than Pisa, has been left as is. What caused the tower to lean is unknown, although the marshy ground on which the castle was built is a likely cause.

The third Marquis of Butte inherited the castle in 1866 and he began a restoration program and re-roofed the Great Hall, commissioned a thorough architectural survey, and began to buy up property surrounding the castle.

The fourth Marquis of Butte continued the restoration; most of what you see today is as a result of his efforts in the 1930's. In 1950 the castle was given to the State and in 1958, the lakes were restored.


The property is immense; tourneys were surely held here. They had a sluice gate to regulate the water level, and, across the moat from us, we can see a what I think must be a trebuchet. Yes - how exciting - it is a trebuchet.

In addition, and not displayed here, is a periet, which is a man-powered catapult, a mangonel, which is a torsion-powered catapult, and a bolista, a man-powered sling catapult. The periet and the trebuchet were entirely medieval war inventions; the other two were used earlier.






Getting a fix on the layout of the castle is difficult because of its size, although I have verified that it is double-moated. And, it can be deceptive in terms of height as well; when you are standing on the outer layers you do not realize how much further down the walls go so you can't get a fix on its real height.

When you can get a good look, it appears to be close to 150 feet tall and the main hall is taller and wider than any of the other castles we have seen here in Wales.
You can also see the double-moating in the photo to the right and the two photos below.

We caught the tail end of a demonstration with some visitors and castle staff. A medieval helmet was set upon the head of a young man, who could barely walk because of its weight. We also learned that an archer could fire 12 arrows a minute about 180 yards into the distance. (If using a longbow, he could shoot close to 1,000 feet, but longbows required a lot of strength and practice to control.) What was also nice about this demonstration was that the hall it was given in had a period feel to it; it wasn't simply a ruin as the "rooms" in the other castles have been.

Rather than going inside, we were greeted outside by a gentleman who said, "Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Gold. May I take you to your room?" We did not sign in at a desk; we have no idea how they even knew who we were. We were whisked up to our magnificent room two floors up. There is original artwork all over the house, which was bought and restored by Sir Bernard Ashley, the co-founder of Laura Ashley.

The manor house that was originally built in 1632. Everything is antique. It’s been restored in the classic Jacobean style and we saw the original coat of arms over the south porch when we went exploring shortly thereafter. The family who originally built the property lost it in the Regency era in a gambling bout. The restaurant has a Michelin star and is the only restaurant to have gotten that award in all of Wales. This hotel makes even the extravagance of Bodysgallen Hall look like a Howard Johnson's. There is even a helipad on the premises.

We have just toured the garden, entryway, and house. It's amazing. We even went through the maze they have in the gardens, and saw a door on the side of the house that has the original crest, which is visible on both pictures below. I don't read Latin, but my guess is that the first two words of the motto "Gloriam * deo * cano" translate roughly into glory and god.





The photos below were taken in our room.

Below are photos from some of the Hall's common rooms


I couldn't help myself from looking at the wine list they had in one of the sitting rooms - the most expensive bottle is £600, which is about $1,000. My husband borrowed a jacket and tie from the hotel and we had marvelous food and wine. Gosh - we only have one more full day and night.

UK Diary: Day 9

Tuesday, August 7th, 2001

We've just had a wonderful breakfast in the dining room. Although it is very rainy today, we are set to see Caernarfon and Beaumaris castles. We are going to do our best to tromp around in the rain but hopefully, it'll stop at some point so we can enjoy the grounds at the hotel later on this afternoon. And, to tell you the truth, walking on those wet stones at the castles isn't easier when it's slippery.

The name Caernarfon is ancient. There has been a castle on this spot for centuries. The castle and town walls built by Edward I between 1285 and 1322 were successors to a strategic Roman fortification built in the vicinity more than a thousand years earlier. Taking its name from the river Seiont, it was garrisoned by the 20th Augustin Legion from Rome. Its foundations can still be seen today. Caernarfon is a massive castle but was never completed, for a variety of reasons.

The fortification that stands today, Caernarfon Castle, was probably one of the most ambitious military construction projects of the middle ages, spawned by two 13th century conflicts with Llywelyn ap Gruffydd, prince of the ancient kingdom of Gwynedd. Caernarfon is part of a network of fortifications that include Conway, Rhuddlan, Denby, Flint, Roofen, Hope, Harley, Aberest, Gwynedd and Buell. How it all came about is explained in an excellent permanent exhibition within the castle walls.>

The Prince of Wales’ investiture was held in Caernarfon Castle in 1969. When Prince Charles was invested at that time, an obituary was secretly written in case he was assassinated, although the Welsh seemed to have accepted the English more easily than either the Irish or the Scottish - more on that later.

Caernarfon, like Conwy, is a walled castle and walled city. Beaumaris is not a walled city and neither Beaumaris nor Caernarfon were ever completely finished. Most of the large castles are between 20 and 25 miles apart and also in this part of Wales there are thousands of foothills between them. Rhuddlan is not on the scale of either of the castles that we are going to see today, nor was it on the scale of Conwy, which we saw yesterday. One thing to not forget about Caernarfon is that Edward meant it to be a fortress/palace.
Coming up to the castle - and yes, we almost got lost but didn't - we saw another of those awe-inspiring sights where you see it from a slight distance and the majesty and sheer size of the place makes you forget to breathe.

Begun by Edward I in 1283 during his conquest of Wales, Caernarfon was both fortress and palace in the principle sea of government for North Wales. It was the birthplace of the first English Prince of Wales in 1284 and has accommodated the investitures of the last two Princes in 1911 and 1969.

We are waiting to catch a tour from the inside keep. It’s very impressive, even in the pouring rain. There is so much to say about Caernarfon, it’s hard to know where to start. The pronunciation of it is "Canarvin." While the first Prince of Wales may have been born here, he wasn’t actually born in the castle, as the myth goes, because it wouldn’t have been built yet. It was just starting to have been built.

BTW, there are no dungeons because they didn’t actually take prisoners, they just killed people.

The entryway had three complete portcullis' and two big sets of doors, plus murder holes in two separate places to kill people from above. The fourth portcullis (and the wall on the other side) was never completed, so it doesn’t exist. All around the castle, the towers and the doorways have protrusions that would have been fit from the other side had they finished the castle. Edward ran out of money and had pretty much taken care of the rebellions; the first was so bloodthirsty that there wasn't really a second. And, his attention was taken away by the Scottish rebellions of William Wallace. Still, it’s more complete than the castle at Beaumaris, and is a larger castle than that we saw at Conwy.

The hot water system was fascinating! They had lead-lined gullies leading into the kitchen. One set was over a fire so that the water could be heated while the other was not, so could be used for cold water. They didn't know at the time that lead was poisonous, of course, and as the castle ceased to be occupied, the lead was stolen from it. The photo below on the left shows part of the kitchen.

Something I didn't know was that the castle ceased to be occupied (in 1485) when Henry VII ascended to the throne. Henry was Welsh...but I digress. Let's get back to the castle itself.

By the time Henry VII assumed the throne, there were no more Welsh rebellions - unlike the Scottish and Irish, the Welsh seemed to have given in earlier. The first rebellion occurred when Edward had just started the castle. Because of it, he built a whole other internal wall to keep the Welsh out. It's a walled city and on one wall they have a very unique set-up for shooting arrows, as you'll see in the photo directly below. You can shoot one out at an angle to the left, another straight, and another at an angle to the right, effectively tripling coverage.


Amazingly, the largest force at the castle was only 28 men. There are five sets of those three arrow slits, which made it quite impossible for the Welsh to attack. In fact, after that first rebellion when they destroyed the castle, they were never able to get back in.

There are 11 staircases. Seven are the so-called right-handed, four were the so-called left-handed, but this particular tour guide did not buy that theory of clockwise and counterclockwise.

We are upstairs in the Eagle’s Tower now waiting for the film about Welsh history to begin. This would, no doubt, have been the king’s multi-media room. <g> Edward fancied himself quite the emperor so he used the Roman eagle, which was the symbol of Rome, on top of the Eagle’s Tower. Another reason why there is such strong Roman influence is that after the Romans had been here for so many years, the Welsh had begun to meld their history into that of their own people. It is this influence Edward used to worm his way into the area.

The castle itself was modeled after a castle in Constantinople where he had been in the crusades. I have definitively learned with a buttery is. It’s attached to the main dining hall and where liquor was stored. The word "butler" comes from the "buttle" in "buttery."

The word "threshold" comes from the thresh you would put on the other side of the door and they would cover it up in a box and that’s where the term "thresh-hold" comes from. Whether or not the 28 soldiers who were garrisoned here actually made it to the garderobes is not known. They perhaps would have used the rushes at the side of the room, which would cause, of course, for them to be changed quite often. Only the English and French were allowed to live in the walled towns. The colored stone parts of the building were something that was only done here and so was the octagonal shape of the towers.

One of the reasons why Edward built all these castles is that the local Welsh prince would not swear fealty to him as other Welsh princes had. The English, of course, had come through Wales earlier with Harold, who was killed in the Battle of Hastings, but then the Welsh had retaken the land until Edward and his ring of castles.

We are on the other side of the moat now and are watching a mama swan and five baby swans. The babies, as you can see, are not white like their mother and must be in that "ugly duckling phase," although I think they're quite graceful looking myself.

From this position, we can look up at the King's tower, which is tremendous in size. It is at least five stories (five windows) and then a battlement on top with at least two narrow towers going up above that. The baby swans, of course, are not white and they remind you of the Hans Christian Anderson story of the ugly duckling because they certainly don't look as beautiful as swans, although they have nice long necks, they are rather grayish brown.

We just bought some lovely Welsh wool blankets and had them mailed home to us. Of course, we also stopped in another store so I could look at the Celtic jewelry and found myself the dragon bracelet, broach with a purple stone at the center, and the Celtic cross I’ve always wanted.
The sun is actually shining now. The first we’ve seen in a couple of days. Let’s keep a good thought! On to Beaumaris.

Through my amazing navigating abilities, I got us to Beaumaris where, of course, the minute we got out of the car it started to rain. We are going to find something to eat and then we are going to tour the castle.
Beaumaris is, indeed, much squatter than any of the other castles we have been before. It doesn’t look that squat when you see it in pictures, but it is.

We walked into a bakery and bought ourselves two ham pasties. My husband, the gourmand who'll eat just about anything, took a bite and was grossed out by the gelatinous quality of it. So, it wasn't hot, but it didn't seem that bad to me. Regardless, we tossed them and found someplace else to eat. My husband's obsession with doors reached its apex today as we stood in the rain, waiting to eat and then see a castle, he took three more pictures of doors. I've been with him until now, but was that last door really necessary?

We finally found a place to eat; he's going to have the chicken and mushroom pasty and I am going to have a cheese and onion one and we are going to have them warm. To go with the pasties came mushed peas and french fried potatoes and brown gravy. Everyone was eating this, so we decided we would too...it was definitely a new taste sensation.

Beaumaris was the final link in the chain of castles built by Edward I during and after the two military campaigns in which he conquered Wales. Being on flat marshy ground, Beaumaris means, "fair marsh." It had to rely entirely upon man-made fortification. Its symmetrical layout and multiple defenses represent the high point of medieval castle design.

Construction began in 1295,  12 years after the last campaign, following the revolt the previous year. For the first two seasons, work progressed at breakneck speed, employing up to 2,600 men, but heavy demands in Scotland soon caused it to almost cease. As a result, the castle was never completed to its full height and presents a rather squat appearance today.

In the architectural plan, the defenses are concentric, a double ring of walls surrounded by a moat. This not only provided greatly increased firepower but also since inner walls overlooked outer walls, it presented would-be attackers with a virtually impenetrable series of obstacles. It’s hard to say how much taller it would have been had it been finished, but because it’s irregular at the top with parts up and down, it’s hard to know how tall it was originally planned to be, and whether or not parts of the walls were scavenged or just never finished.

The main gate to Beaumaris was protected by a carefully planned sequence of defenses. First the moat, then a drawbridge and outer gate and finally the multiple defenses of the inner gate. At every stage, high and low-level arrow loops provided cover. The inner gatehouse was defended first by a barbican, then by three successive pairs of barred gates and portcullises. Being set deliberately offline to the outer gate would force would-be attackers into exposing their left flank to archers waiting above.

The scaffolding used to create these castles was very ingenious. When we were in Conwy, you could see at a sort of a diagonal set of holes where they would stick logs in and build up to that point, then go to the next level and go to the level above that. You can see some of that still left over here as well.
Although it’s much more squat than the other ones, we notice we're standing against a wall that's at least fifty feet high.

We saw some more swans at Beaumaris. They were certainly larger than babies, but were still not fully grown. They were still brownish in color and they are their mom were waddling about, heading toward a Budweiser bucket were we saw lunch waiting for them.

I think the squatness of Beaumaris is emphasized by the roundness of the towers. They are short and wide. The outer wall, which circled the main inner stronghold, had 15 towers and arrow loops at the second and third levels, providing over 300 shooting positions for the few archers inside. Both sets of walls were well-supplied by latrines, sometimes three levels of them in the inner wall.

You would have go through the portcullises and doors of the outer walls before getting into the inner walls and that is, of course, already inside the castle. You have the outer castle wall and then you have the outer set of towers and then the inner set of towers. There even appears to be an inner set of doors or portcullises or there is an inner archway that takes you inside the entire inside, which is the inner courtyard.

Beaumaris is the last castle built by Edward I in Wales and by far the largest. Although never completed, it is clear from what survived that the inner ward was planned on a lavish scale. I got confused because there are so many entry points, so many arches with doors and portcullises, that it looks like it is adding another level of building.

All of Edward I’s new castles in North Wales were set where they could be supplied by sea. At Beaumaris, the defenses incorporated a dock for seagoing vessels. The dock was filled by sea water through a wide shipping channel, long since covered in. The castle moat was supplied by freshwater streamed from the north and the level between the two was regulated by a sluce gate in gunner’s walk. Ships up to 40 tons could sail into here on high tide, tie up at the iron rings in the wall and unload their supplies into the doorway in the castle wall. The dock was defended by archers and artillery in gunner’s walk and beneath this was a corn mill, which must have increased the castle’s self-sufficiency. The foundations of the wall linked to the castle and closed the town. Although planned from the start, the town wall was not built until 1414.

Although so unfinished and beat up, Beaumaris still has its own charm, even though it is very different than the Conwy or Caernarfon. There is no tour at Beaumaris, nor is there nearly the amount of traffic there is at the other castles, likely because this is on an island and most people just don’t make it out this far. The road was rather harrowing. Very narrow road, right next to the ocean, some high up, some not. When we came out of the mountain road, we were practically at sea level...and then, of course, we were at sea level.

The sun seems to really be out for good now. It’s a little after 4:00 in the afternoon and we have driven back to Bodysgallen, taken our treasures upstairs, and have gone downstairs for a nice walk in the garden. The garden is so renowned it is listed in the guide to the historic parks and gardens of Wales. Apparently, people come here simply to look at the garden, rather than just to stay here.

There was a little stream, there were reflecting pools, there were benches. It was really very pretty and very restful. We are further down into the garden now and there is a more formal sort of courtyard with rose gardens and there are beautiful lavender patches with lots of lavender bees. I bet they make a fine honey here. Outside the formal courtyard downstairs there are many paths leading to little garden areas with a profusion of flowers. Different colors, so nice. As we head out deeper into the countryside, we have left the grass covering and the smells of the roses and the other flowers and into the smell of the forest. It is still very beautiful, with lots of tall trees and the sun poking through, but has a wilder feel to it.

After walking through this wooded area, we came to the outer wall, about 2 ½ to 3 feet high off the ground which looked out over the bucolic herd of cows (they were standing).

We decided to continue our walk and enjoy the peace and quiet. A trip to Great Britain just isn't complete unless you have taken pictures of cows and sheep. After finishing the perimeter of the property, we headed back to the more formal garden. This part is quite lovely, as are the views of the house from the back. I know Martha Stewart would be very happy here. I can't remember the technique she called this, but they have trained trees into V's along one of the walls for a mini-orchard effect. There are a profusion of fruits, berries, and vegetables growing here, along with flowers and some sort of apple I've never seen before. The little reflecting pool even has some fish.


We are on our way into Llandudno proper for dinner now, and on our way out of the hotel's private drive down toward the main street, we saw what looked to be pheasant or grouse just nibbling grass on the side of the road.

We’ve parked in Llandudno and now we are wandering around on our way to find a place for dinner. This is a beautiful little Victorian resort town. We just went into a little convenience store to buy new batteries and they had a book stand outside and I only recognized three authors: LaVyrle Spencer, Danielle Steel, and Catherine Cookson. The books look like Regencies or YA novels and are often quite gothic looking, but nothing I recognize at all. One title, by an Ann Baker, is called Legacy of Sins. From Lynn Andrews is Liverpool Lamp Lights and from Marina Oliver, The Cobweb Cage.

As we continue walking we realize how jaded we've become - we pass a church built in 1865 and don't even get excited about it. I am hearing complaints, however, about the Staple's, KFC, and McDonald's we passed on our drive into town.

We had a very nice and inexpensive dinner at a coffee shop kind of place, including massive desserts of hot fudge chocolate cake and a "home-made" trifle that tastes suspiciously like jello with fruit and whipped cream. We walked around some more but eventually went back to our hotel to pack for tomorrow, when we have what will be probably the most difficult day of our trip. We'll be driving from northern to southern Wales, and there's no large highway to take us along our journey.