Yes, More Wales (lots of pics)

Just browsing through my pics from March 2005, and figured I'd post some more. And now that I think about it, I regret not paying more attention to the village names as we drove through them. But I mean, they were all IN WELSH. So just toss some double-Ls and odd letters in randomly and you're bound to come close, right?



This was the third B&B we stayed at that had a brand new loo -- with no curtains and a glass shower. Uh-huh. This one had a nice view of the front where the cars were parked, and the street beyond. Uh-huh. Still, it was a very nice place, and I don't really mind showering on my knees.



Imagine my surprise the first time we saw one of these (on a headstone in a small, old Scottish cemetery) and I asked someone what it was and they said it was a robin. I started to say, "They're nothing like the Robins back in Texas, ours are much bigg--" but stopped myself in time. Heh.



Wish this were a better pic, but he's a Welsh cowboy! I think they called him a cattle drover -- should have written that down. But hey, a cowboy is a cowboy is a cowboy. He resides in Llandovery and keeps watch over a hotel car park.



St. David's Cathedral -- off the beaten path, on the western coast of Wales. How does it manage to be rugged and delicate at the same time? I don't know. But it does, and it is.



I never get tired of lambs and sheep. That's because (or so I'm told) I've never had them loose in my garden, churning it into a muddy, stinky mess. Well, yes, this is very true. Which is why I can still adore them.

I guess it's time to stop before I turn into one of Those People with their boring slide shows of their vacations.

What? I already am? Well, I never!