Wales

Next it was off to Wales. I hadn’t really been expecting to visit my Aunt Rosemary here, but luckily mum and dad drove to England so we had the car. This meant I got to see my (ageing) Granny too.. which was lovely. It is of course the only thing we can be sure of in life – is that we will one day exit it. And really the only thing to do is to be a decent upstanding human and hope that the major religions are essentially correct in that there’s going to be an awesome party afterwards (well, that’s my reading)… It just makes you think when you see ancient family members :)

First one of these signs I’d seen…

I believe it was the first one in the country – and basically says “if you’re GPS tells you to come down here.. then don’t”.

My cousin Katharine was also up from London to visit Granny – and it was great to see her too..

Also managed to take in a quick trip to a … ummm… period village. It was quite cleverly done as they took you through a few hundred years of development and you could see how the houses changed etc. Sure when the oil runs out we’ll all be back to using Irons like these (though perhaps not the rolling pins). The icon picture is from the church.. and tells the story of the Passion of Christ (I think).. before people could read ‘n stuff like dat roight ;)