Postcards from the Road

Sunday 7 November 2010

Dreaming of escape.

High above the harbour, a kitchen maid washes and dreams of what could be.

Tea Rooms in Conwy.
Wales
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Chance of Precipitation

Time to bring the washing in methinks.

Conwy

Wales

Broken Dreams

Perhaps there's a little bailing to do before we can take her out again.

Conwy
wales
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The Castle Again

Conwy Castle is inescapable. A few minutes' visiting turns into hours poking through it's towers and chambers.

Wales
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I love the uniform drab of Welsh villages. Conwy less than many because of it's splash of whitewash and colour, but there's something that attracts me to the unattractiveness.

Conwy
Wales
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Conwy Castle

I suspect the English have never forgiven the Welsh for deleting the "a" from Conwy, and the Welsh have never forgiven the English for building a castle there in the first place.

The castle has been there for seven hundred years and seems abandoned. Perhaps the Welsh are winning the battle after all.

Conwy
Wales
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