On to England.

On to England.

So after a good nights sleep and a continental breakfast, we leave our comfortable digs, and cat, and set out to once more enter England.

The plan is to visit Valle Cruis abbey first. This of course gives Charlotte the oppitunity to show us beautiful Wales by once again leading through Snowdonia National Park. What we find this time is that the roads are full of parked cars and walkers heading into the hills. A local reliably told us that all these people were English, their madness doesn't need sun, out for a Sunday stroll.

Of course Charlotte would not be herself without some piece of terror attached to her navigation. On this occasion it was a particularly narrow bridge and an oncoming car from a blind corner. Oh and the bridge was signed as "Weak" just to make us all feel happy.

However we made our destination and the Entourage immediately set in for a second breakfast, definately Hobbits, before viewing the remains of the abbey. The ruins are quite well preserved and in at least one section retain their second storey. A good look around and we are off again.

This time our destination was Olwestry Hill Fort, a small version of Maiden castle. This time Charlotte was a little more helpful in finding a carpark. However the hill fort was not to be seen, nor well sign posted. After a short walk the Entourage was becoming a little disheartened but not wanting a repeat of the "Standing Stones Incident" I encouraged (ordered) them on a little further and found the site.

From there we took a long trip to our next accommodation which took us across the North of Wales, through the western midlands, past the lakes district and into the Pennines in the direction of Hexham. It was during this trip that Charlotte's "Gladis" like humour, for those of you who have played "Portal", was on full display. Charlotte directed us off the M6, through a roundabout that put us back on the M6 in the same direction we had been travelling. Yes she did this.

When we left the main roads for good we started our climb into the mountains, staring at the snow encrusted peaks that loomed ever closer. This time Charlotte chose roads without 6ft high hedgerows, stone walls or encroaching forests, but rather she roads with uninterrupted views of the beautiful mountainside moors that we would be plunging into if missed any of the tight winding turns on the step narrow path that she had plotted for us. As usual the views were stunning and the landscape breathtaking. Well done Charlotte.

After some local navigation issues, Tony described the driveway as being equal the that of his parents farm, we joined our hosts who treated us to a fine three course meal of Thai fish cakes, sated goose breast with roast vegetables and lemon curd tart with cream or custard.

Quote of the Day:
"Now keep left, then keep right", Charlotte. 

The cat and I, discussing who gets the cushion.




The Welsh mountains.

Valle Crucis Abbey.

They don't belong, in my photo.

The view from Olwestry hill fort.

The Fort itself.

The younger members playing in the snow.

You can never truly leave the 'RIFF.

Comments

  1. jenjen10 April 2018 at 23:43

    You need to get yourself some claws and an attitude of total entitlement to out cushion a cat.

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  2. jenjen10 April 2018 at 23:45

    I know D&D involves a lot of 'she-ing' of things, but a she road?

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