Chapter Fifteen: Wales

After a wonderful time in Scotland we made our way South towards Wales with a pit stop in Liverpool.  This year is the 50th anniversary of the Beatles and so it was only fitting to walk along the docks of Liverpool with the Beatles playing from our little speaker. 
After a night in Liverpool, we ended up in a little Welsh town called Llengollen which was recommended to me by my dad and brother Johnny.  We stayed at a lovely little welsh inn called the wilde pheasant and explored the darling little town.  We woke up early the next morning and hiked up through fields of sheep to a castle ruin on a steep hill called Dinas Bran.  There was a wind storm taking place in Wales at the time, so we were the only ones around for miles.  We blasted Radiohead and danced with the wind on the top of this little mountain with a beautiful view of wales surrounding us.  Our plan was to head over to another national Park in wales and then head down to the southern coast where Daniel's ancestors were sailors.  Alas we ran out of time and had to head back to England.  We loved wales and intend on making it back to her green rolling hills again some day.

Little welsh fruit and flower market

wales

Wales

I loved the sheep in Wales

In Northern Wales all the public signs have both English and Welsh, in an effort to keep the Welsh language alive.  It is wonderful.

The sheep all have long tails

Dinas Bran

wind storm

This little forest grows diagonally up the hill.

Relaxing in the comfort of the Wilde Pheasant.

This means there is a bump on a cross walk

our rental car

Little welsh cafe

Liverpool

Blasting the Beatles on the docks of Liverpool in my John Lennon sun glasses.