• After crossing the Bristol Channel, there is an instant feeling you’ve arrived somewhere special and different. We spent a night in Cardiff – the people are just lovely, helpful, (generally short) friendly and rugby mad! It’s like being in an episode of Little Britain. Their ‘thick accents’ combined with the Welsh language is very funny. The length of each word in Welsh is a scream. Poor Adriana would have been exhausted if she was working the Welsh Wheel of Fortune;
• Dad’s family (a couple of generations back) were Welsh so nice to be amongst the culture;
• After a night in Cardiff, we drive to Llandudno (‘a respectable seaside village’) and stayed for 3 nights in the Sunnyside B&B. Here’s a tip – driving up the M5 on the August bank holiday weekend SUCKS!! Llandudno is just beautiful though – rolling green fields that meet the deep blue ocean – gorgeous!
• Day trips included the ‘robust’ seaside town of Rhyl (Y Rhyl in Welsh), whom my darling friend (and FWIFE – Functions Wife) was named after, Holywell ( Treffynoon in Welsh), the great Orme rail which took is to the top of the peninsula, and just checked out the promenade and the pier. All were bustling with people for the long weekend.
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