Next stop, up the coast in the beach-side town of Aberaeron. The weather didn’t exactly play ball, but the brightly coloured houses were still beautiful.
Welsh is the only language I can think of where I can read the characters but haven’t the faintest idea how to sound them out. It’s like someone got a logical word and popped it in the blender. Speaking of kitchen appliances, the best Welsh word I learned over the weekend was microwave, which is apparently pronounced “poppity-ping”. I have no idea who invented the word, given the microwave’s not exactly ancient, but I think it’s awesome.
|Another butchered word.|
After grabbing a delicious dinner at the local pub, we went back to Corin’s amazing country house and made Pimms with fresh fruit in big bowls.
|All the character of a cottage, all the space of a mansion!
(and they have a full size grand piano!)
Emily had bought some Chinese lanterns in Cardigan, and in a moment of deepness, we all decided to write our worries on them and let them go outside. I wrote “grandfathers” on my lantern, because both of mine have had major health issues while I’ve been away.
|The bridge right next to the house.|
Before driving back to England, we headed up to a nearby lookout point that Corin knew of. It was stunning.
We didn’t get home till almost midnight, because we spent a few hours relaxing at Emily and Corin’s over pasta and wine.
Great way to spend a weekend, if you ask me!