You don’t get views like this in London.
All their family and friends opened their homes to us and showed us a wonderful time. The area that we were in is one of the pockets of Wales that is predominantly Welsh speaking so it was really interesting to be exposed to a language that I had no experience with at all.
Their little family of three.
Sam wanted to dognap their dog.
On Saturday we set out for a momentous walk and as we had just reached the top of this beautiful mountain, rain came in hard and fast. It had been knock-you-over wind before that, and freezing cold, but the rain was pelting down so hard that it felt like hail. It legitimately hurt your skin.
We hightailed it back to theirs, and the rest of the weekend was filled with good food, the Welsh rugby game versus Ireland, Olympics watching and meeting their friends and family. Oh, and also touring O’s family farm and the one he works on. I showed my city-girl stripes because I was so tickled to be around cows and sheep (and especially the lambs).
O gazing upon his homeland patriotically. Aka realising that a storm is about to come in.
Everyone loves a good self-timer photo.
I was loving all the lambs.
My Big and me, reunited in the UK.
Have you ever been to Wales? If so, what do you recommend?
