Tuesday, April 29, 2008

As English as Mustard

As G said in the last post, we were in Manchester for 3 nights which was a nice change after moving each day for the previous couple. On our first night, we met some nice boys, Craig and Matt who took us under their wings and showed us Canal Street. Right lovely boys they are! 3 nights out on the town drinking proved to be too much for G who is now very tired and needs to detox and of course I’m to blame. I’m well bad I am!

3 nights out as well as driving in the car listening to Radio 1, has given us a good understanding of the English charts at the moment. From here on out, we will be including a “D&G Trip Soundtrack” within our posts so you can see what we’re listening to as we travel around.

Sugarbabes - About you now


We left Manchester in sheets of driving rain and headed for Chester, the gateway to Wales. As we arrived, the sun came out and there was even a marching band to welcome us! Honestly. Other people will tell you that it was for the annual St George Day celebration but I’m not convinced.











We found it to be the cutest little town full of laneways and shops and still surrounded by the old city wall, to which there are 4 gates. Here you can see where the wall was breached during the siege of 1645 and the Roman garden which holds many of the stones left from a Roman settlement built almost 2000 years ago. We bought some art and relished the first real sunshine in three days.

It wasn’t to last. From a warm 17c in Chester, we then headed into Wales and within 50 mins, the rain had returned and the temperature had dropped to 10c. Conwy is another of 5 walled towns King Edward I built to defend Wales from invasion in the 13th century, most of which are still standing today. Had a bite for lunch,








a quick look at Conwy Castle and continued on our way.



As we headed to our next stop for the night we found ourselves driving through the Snowdonia mountains which reminded us a lot of the Scottish Highlands. We were running ahead of schedule so we stopped along the way and decided to climb one of the mountains that we noticed had a small trail up the side of. Gareth reclaimed his title as King of the World, or the mountain at least, and while we were up there a cloud began to creep over the top of the hill across from us. Way cool.



Arriving in the tiny mountain village of Betws-y-Coed (pronounced Bet-oos-a-code), we wandered around, taken by the natural beauty of the place and found a B&B for the night before heading out for a good English Sunday roast.



Girl's Aloud - Can't Speak French


We also think the lady on our GPS has a cold as her voice became quite ‘froggy’ and thick since yesterday afternoon, making her a little hard to understand. I think she must have been out crackbagging for the last 3 nights as well. Manchester will do that to you.
We continue to broaden our minds and are revelling in learning so much about the world.

· Beetroots don’t go “ra ra ra”
· Bears don’t respond when you growl at them in Museums

Dea, as you can see, we have been making animal friends everywhere we go.




























1 comment:

Charles said...

Yes, right lovely boys they are indeed :-)