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UNITED
KINGDOM TRAVELS, JULY AND AUGUST 2002
CELTIC WARRIORS Well, our time in Llanyre is up, and so we got up this morning and cleaned up, said goodbye to Reg and Helen, and set off on our next adventure. 
We took the mountain route west to Aberswyth, a seaside town, reminiscent
of Santa Cruz without the rides. We had lunch there and tried to get
in touch with Jonathan Halliday’s parents, who were at a conference there.
We are going on to stay in their home for a few days.After lunch we headed down the coast on the back roads, and stopped in at New Quay. Well this is a very busy, tourist seaside town. It hangs on a steep cliff, and the streets are quite narrow. We thought we might spend the night there, and Don went into one of his moods and said it was my responsibility to choose the place. 
Well, we were zipping up and down narrow little streets, filled with parked
cars, so you could barely squeeze by. Cars were roaring into our street
from treacherous side streets, and hundreds of tourists walking down the middle
of the road. I was so nervous, trying to protect us from the dangers
of driving here, I couldn’t concentrate on finding a B&B. As we
sped up and down and around the town, Don kept saying “There’s one, there’s
one!” but I was afraid to take my eyes off the road, for fear we would hit
something or someone would hit us. I kept begging him to go into the
parking lot and stop so we could take a bit of time to look around, but for
some reason he just couldn’t seem to find the in, although I pointed it out
to him very clearly (I thought). After 15 minutes of this, I was so
frazzled I couldn’t decide anything. Eventually we were just screaming
at each other, so I said, “Just get me out of here!”
Well, within 30 seconds we were out in the country again, I was feeling
better, and we checked in to a nice, country B&B, where it was peaceful
and I was very comfortable. That evening we went out for dinner, and
then down to a small beach town where locals go, and watched the kids play
and the fishermen fish. The next day we headed out, and again along the coast through the country roads. We say a sign for Castell Henllys, so we decided to stop and take a look. 
Once again we lucked out, as this turned out to be an Iron Age fort, with
an excellent display of prehistoric life. The site was used in a TV
documentary, “Surviving the Iron Age”. A group of kids were getting
a special tour, and they had all painted their faces with blue designs, as
Celtic warriors. The buildings, tools, clothing, gardens and animals
were all very 
authentic, and there were great written explanations, as well as park staff,
to explain everything. We spent a couple of hours here, and were glad
we stopped.We decided to avoid the stress of finding lodging, and drove 
right to Bancyfelin, our next home exchange. We found the house easily,
and are comfortably settled. |
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