20. Lovely Wales

Monday, June 3

We spent the night in Wexham at a very nice Ramada Inn that was well organized and very comfortable. As we traveled south to Cardiff, the road actually took us back into England for a bit. As we drove we relaxed, enjoying the scenery. I have overused all of the worlds, but let me say one more time that there were rolling, lush green, patchwork farms, dense woods, sparkling rivers, pines, then up to barren mountains, magnificent views from the rugged sea coast and then the whole thing repeats again. Mix in quaint villages, fascinating ruins, and modern cities with impressive, ornate, historic buildings. We continue to be amazed at the vastness of open land. I pictured it all more built up and populated. The British Isles are an incredible experience. They have managed to preserve so much history and they honor and encourage beautiful plant life and grand old trees. We are impressed!

Driving along, Henry had some pretty heavy men's choir hymns playing. Someone spoke up that it was beginning to sound like a funeral on the bus. Henry had moved back on the bus to speak with someone and we declared mutiny. Our friend John shot up to the front in Henry's seat, turned off the hymns and turned on the microphone, to all of our encouragement. He then sang some lovely Irish ballads in his sweet tenor voice. It was great!

A couple of terms - 

A divided four lane highway is a Dual Carriageway.

When you need to yield in traffic, the sign says, Give Way.

Take out food is Take Away.

We stopped in the little town of Ludlow for a break. It was a delight and might even be better than York. We walked through the beautiful church of St. Laurence of Ludow. We were awed by the ornate stone and woodwork. Anne, our friend from Tasmania, found her husbands family plaque. It gave her chills and made all of us misty with emotion for her as we shared this special time.

There were yummy little bakeries and Bob got a lovely warm Cornish Pasty and I had an English Cheddar and tomato sandwich on a small freshly baked bun. No McDonalds or any chain stores in town. Everything is local. Nice.

We got back on the bus and found out Joe had had some stomach pains and stopped in to see a chemist (drug store pharmacist) who insisted he see a doctor. A local doctor took him right in. So we all got back off the bus with more time to explore.

We poked through the flea market and then heard about a nice hike around the castle ruins in town. Off we went for some great views, but began to worry about time.

We realized no one was around and jogged all the way back to the bus just in time. They were about to look for us. Joe had a urinary tract infection and they fixed him up with medication and orders to drink water. It was a good lesson for all of us as we're in such a rush to see it all we forget to take care of ourselves and keep hydrated and use those comfort stops.

We went through an area known for apples and cider, and Henry told us that people long ago drank beer or cider as so much water was polluted with human and animal waste.

The road eased back into Wales and we went by more beautiful country past more canals and mountains. Henry told us a saying - A Welsh man is not born with a silver spoon in his mouth, but he is a rich man, born with a poem in his heart and a song in his soul.

We stopped in Cardiff, the capital of Wales, for the night. We entered in three lanes of traffic with modern buildings, but also some clean, quaint houses. It is a busy city. We settled in the hotel and when I couldn't get on the Internet, four different clerks helped with two coming up to the room. I kept saying it was OK, but they insisted and then did not charge me. That was so nice. We have met wonderful people in this world.

We cleaned up and went off for a tour, dinner and a show at Cardiff's Castle. We climbed 120 steps around the circular stairway up the narrow tower. It was fascinating to see the artwork and furnishings. Then we went back down to the reception room for a glass of Meade, honey wine. The stone wall behind the bar was part of the original Roman wall dated 250 AD. Incredible!

While we were waiting for dinner and the show, the young host was joking around and asked my name. I didn't want to tell him, but didn't want to be rude. Sure enough our seats were right by the stage and he was the head entertainer and used my name often. Then he made me come up on stage to help tell a story with five others. I just had to swish my hands back and forth every time he sang the part about an avalanche.

Some had worse parts and I was thankful. After that I thought I was free to just sit back and enjoy...but no. When they talked about Tom Jones being from Wales he made me come back up to sway with the back up singers for the guy singing the Tom Jones song "Dahlila."

The singer then took my hand and had me sway with him as he sang. I was so darned embarrassed, but went along with it. I got teased a bunch the rest of the night and the next morning with our traveling friends asking me for an autograph, swishing by me, and offering to put me to work with a scythe. The show was fabulous, but that's the last time I tell a performer my name!

19. Off to Wales

Sunday, June 2

It was an early morning with breakfast at 6:00 and departure at 7:00 as we had to catch the ferry across the Irish Sea to Wales.

The ferry was huge and once we were parked and could go upstairs to explore, it felt like a cruise ship. We went right to the top and watched as we left the harbor and tried to imagine what the immigrants must have felt. They were a brave lot. It was sad as a visitor to say good bye to Ireland. What a fun time and sweet people.

We settled in with a nice table and couch by a window and I typed while Bob rested. Others joined us and Alice surprised us with a dear "Luck of the Irish" refrigerator magnet. What a nice remembrance. I am going to be such a mess when I have to say good bye to these people. We've been a community and we fit together better by the day.

We got off the ferry in the sunshine at Holyhead, Wales. There was a bright regatta with many colorful sails in the harbor. It was a clean coastal town with more connected shops and houses, but in pastel colors. On up the hill there were small nice individual homes. Holyhead Island was a Holy Celtic place for the Druids. There are many Celtic remains on the island. We're on the northwest corner of Wales which gets rain, mist and storms. It can be dangerous getting on and off the island. As we go over the causeway, we can see the mountains of Snowdonia, the Welsh Highlands, in the distance.

This area is called Anglesey and is the bread basket of Wales with its fertile soil. The area has big farms, castles, ruins, and an air base.

 

Henry spoke Welsh to us. It is quite guttural and spitty, but fun to hear. 

The symbol for Wales is a red dragon and it is on everything. Wales is called the land of song, rivers and dragons. There are mountains to the north, hills in the middle and farms to the south. They have 7 million sheep which is there main industry. They have only 5 million people.

We drove past sheep, stone fences, hedge rows and grassy mountains and then climbed in to barren mountains with huge chunks of rock. We stopped at a park station and took pictures. The area was full of hikers and climbers. It would be a great place to visit.

The Welsh have a strong music background. Many of the old folks songs were turned into hymns to be used and therefore saved by the Methodist Church - All Through the Night, How Great Thou Art, and more.

On we went past lush, green, sheep covered hills with rock fences, rocky rivers, and huge old trees with lovely hymns playing in the background. We drove past the Berwyn Bar that was established in 1359. We are continually amazed with the age of things here as Daryl (Aussie's history is young like ours) said, "I just can't get my head around it."

We stopped in the little village Llangollen on the river and walked around with an ice cream. It was packed with tourists. They had a steam Thomas the Train rolling in and out of town along the river as a big attraction. We watched a kayaker shoot through the rapids in the middle of town. Then the crowds and noise got to be a little too much for several of us and we made our way back to the bus.

 

When we got to the bus we saw a young family that had locked themselves out of the car. Everyone tried to help and finally Andy, our driver,  got the hammer out of his tool box and the young father broke his small back window. Andy then got out the broom and cleaned it all up while they loaded their car. That was so nice and now we call him Handy Andy. I'm sure he loves that, but he has a good sense of humor and we love to hear him laugh.

Our excursion this afternoon was a cruise on the canal in a barge. I had no expectations, but was told not to miss it. Narrow canals were built along the river to transport coal in barges which were pulled along by horses. Part of the canal was built on a bridge high up over the river valley and the rest goes through woods and farmland. No longer used for coal, you can cruise in long covered barges with little tables and enjoy the ride with refreshments.

There is a walking path along much of the canal and when riding in the barge you sit low down in and are looking at peoples knees that might walk by. We started the cruise going up over the very narrow bridge where you could see far below, but not the sides of the canal.

It was like we were floating in air. Once in the woods and farmland, it was so peaceful and relaxing. We all loved it and snapped pictures of sheep that we could almost touch as they grazed in the grass beside us. We were so glad we went. What a delight on a bright sunny day.

At the end, they offered a free drink at the little country pub. Here, surprisingly was one of the highlights of our trip. Bob happened to strike up a conversation with a farmer sitting at the bar so we stayed inside to chat. Joe and Judie joined us and so did two more local sheep farmers.

It was a special moment in time. We all connected and had a lively enjoyable conversation between the seven of us from Wales, Australia, and the U.S. It was great and they seemed to enjoy it as much as us. Joe said, "It's what it's all about, isn't it." I was sad to leave them and one gave me a kiss on the cheek, a memory to cherish. Another great day!

18. Dublin

We started this great day with an hour and a half tour of Dublin on the bus. It was good as an orientation and so interesting to hear the history. We also packed up the souvenirs to date and some clothes we no longer needed and carried them on the bus as Henry promised to drop us off at the post office.

We saw the incredible Customs Building

on the river right down from our hotel and a very emotional memorial to the victims of the Potato Famine with starving life sized, hopeless people walking by the river.

We were both so moved. We saw Trinity College and many of the impressive cathedrals and museums. George Bernard Shaw, who wrote Pygmalion, which later became My Fair Lady, gave part of the royalties from his work to support and develop Dublin's Art Gallery.

  

The Georgian section of the city has neat connected gray stone houses with brightly painted doors. Henry thinks the painted door was an easy way to add some brightness to the long gray winter. They do not have yards. They have walled garden squares that are lovely parks which residents access with a key.

Henry told us the Government's theory on control was, "Happy people are obedient people. Give them a party and a sunny day and they'll do what you want." 

The Guiness family, who owns the world's largest exporting brewery, has given a lot to the city with parks, business, and Social Houses. The slums were horrible in the city with people even keeping livestock upstairs. They built clean Social Houses for people who had nothing and no where to go. We went through the Temple Bar Pub area and then into Woodkey, which is an old Viking settlement.

Some of the old stone walls were visible, but the buildings were torn down with ugly modern square structures in their place. It is a pity it wasn't preserved.

We were dropped off at the huge Post Office in the town center. We found our way to a side room where Bob assembled the box (with tape and marker borrowed from thoughtful John & Mary) while I filled out the customs paper. It was a bit confusing and the young man at the counter was very helpful. When all was ready and we took it up to mail, we were a Euro short. We asked if we could quick run to an ATM and the young man said with his musical accent, "Naw. I'll take care of it and jest over charge the next one. Have a good day." So sweet. And in a government office!

We walked on with the day to ourselves in Dublin. We wandered into a department store called Clearys for a comfort stop. They announced that there would be a demonstration on the next floor up with free vegetable peelers if you watched it. We went. It was fun just to hear the man talk and we had some fun laughs.

We, of course, decided everything he said was a great idea and we bought. In chatting with him, I mentioned having four sons. As we were paying, he came running up and gave us four vegetables peelers to take home to the boys. We had the best time with him and took his picture. He commented on seeing himself in pictures and mirrors and wondering who the old guy was. We sure understood.

We picked up a coffee and just wandered seeing the sights. We got a picture of the statue of Molly Malone, the fair maid selling cockles and mussels. We watched several street performers.

It was just great fun and we were feeling quite the world travelers. It is also fun belonging to a tour and occasionally running into friends and sharing information and laughs. We stopped in a Pub for delicious sandwiches and went back to the hotel to rest and freshen up for the evening.

Our evening tour was of Guiness. We were taken on tour with very well done displays and a lively guide explaining the process of making Guiness, distribution, and advertising. It was very informative. I commented to the guide, that as a former teacher, I was impressed with his delivery. Come to find out, he was from Holland, Michigan and married a Dublin girl. It was fun connecting with him. Small world.

After the tour, we went to the top of the building which is a glass dome and they served us a Guiness as we gazed out over Dublin with breath taking views all around.

We were then served a lovely dinner and the waiter noticing I was just going for the veggies ran and got me a fabulous Mushroom Risotto. We then chatted about being vegetarian, which he tried this year for Lent. Nice to connect again. Everyone of all ages was so friendly and helpful. We're charmed by this city.