Wales

 Eric crosses a 19th century suspension bridge, bolted onto the side of the 13th century castle in Conwy.  This is from our first day in Conwy, and after that first day we loved it so much that we rearranged the rest of our trip to allow us more time in North Wales.  Traveling without everything set in stone really played to our advantage in this case.

 This is Conwy Castle viewed from the top of one of its towers.  This was my favorite castle of the whole trip, mainly because everything you see is original stonework from the 13th century, and they let visitors go everywhere.

 Conwy also has a nearly complete mideval wall surrounding the center of town.  This too is open for visitors to walk on, providing great views of the town, the castle, and the harbor.

 

This house is almost as cute as Kristen.  Like the sign says, that's the smallest house in Great Britain.  Kristen has an affinity for small things, and demanded having her picture taken with the house.  Notice that this building, like many others in town, uses a piece of the city's mideval wall as part of the building.  Why build a wall, when there's already one there for you?

 This is the reflecting pool at Bodnant Gardens in North Wales.  I still can't get over how everywhere we went in Britain, they had grass good enough to go on a golf course.  I don't know if that says more about my ability to maintain grass, or my exposure to golf courses.

 

 The rhododendrons were in full bloom in Bodnant during our visit.  This explosion of color is just a taste of the experience.  Imagine standing at the bottom of a small valley, where both slopes are covered as far as the eye can see with such color.  It's truly an awesome sight.

 This is the castle at Caernarfon.  It is the largest, and most formidable of the Welsh castles built in the 13th century.  From this view we can see part of the large stone disk that was built for the crowning of Charles as Prince of Wales.

 This is Mount Snowdon, the tallest mountain in England and Wales.  An odd description, but basically that means it's the tallest outside Scotland.  England doesn't really have any mountains, so somehow they think they can claim a Welsh one as their own.

On our way up Mount Snowden, we had a great view of a sheep pasture down below, complete with shepherd using a pair of dogs to herd the sheep.  The herding moved pretty slowly, since one of the dogs seemed pretty new to the job, and kept letting the sheep wander off while he decided to run and play.  We had so much fun watching the dogs in action, that we had to cut our mountain climbing short to make it back to town for dinner. 

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