Jon has had to put up with many oddities from my part along the years (I won’t eat the tip of gherkins, I carry a screwdriver everywhere I go, I am adamant that Paul Newman and Robert Redford make it out alive at the end of Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, etc.), so when I insisted that we should visit a sea shell grotto, he looked upon it as yet another expression of my eccentricity, got into the car, and drove to Margate. Continue reading
As some of you may know, I am a bit of a Victorian history geek. So when Jon and I found ourselves in Bristol almost by accident, it was too good an occasion for an immersive experience to miss. Continue reading
Although it is close to the spectacular Four Falls Walk, I think that Sgwd Gwladys deserves a visit of its own as it offers very scenic views. Located in Waterfall Country (Brecon Beacons), the short walk really lives up to the reputation of the region in terms of beauty and magic. Continue reading
I had no thought then of husband or lover,
I was a traveller, the guest of a week;
Yet when they pointed ‘the white cliffs of Dover’,
Startled I found there were tears on my cheek.
“The White Cliffs” by Alice Duer Miller (1940)
Cardiff will always hold a special place in my heart. As I was telling you in a previous post, I fell in love with it as soon as I got off the London train on a cold and dark December. In my mind, the name will always conjure up a memory of frozen nose and red cheeks on evenings at the Bay. I was so cold that I could no longer feel my fingers and Mermaid Quay sparkled with fairy lights. We stopped at the (now defunct) Café Rouge. I remember the warmth of the onion soup bowl around which I wrapped my hands and afterwards, the icy wind as we walked back to our hotel. I loved that winter, as I have loved every winter there ever since (though it is of course very nice in the summer too).
Our first series will be dedicated to South Wales (not to be confused with New South Wales, which is about 10.000 miles down the road) for the very simple reason that I love Wales and the Welsh. I mean, those guys have managed to produce that absolute treasure of a man that is Leigh Halfpenny AND Welsh cakes, and a country that has yielded two things of equal value and appeal in the course of its history surely deserves our love and respect, unlike Switzerland.