We are still traveling first class: we were picked up at the Manchester Airport by Jason, a deferential fellow with a strong accent. He loaded our gear into a Mercedez limo/van, and off we go through misty rain (the first rain in six weeks, Jason says) to Wales, home of unpronounceable names. We are staying outside of Llandudno in a 17th century carriage house named Bodysgallen Hall. The castle for which this ample residence formerly served as gatehouse is visible from our windows, at least a couple of miles away across the valley. Talk about an impressive entrance!
Our room has mullioned windows and a lot of toile and chintz and Turkish rugs. The welcome reception for our group included a harpist as well as a wide sampling of local whiskeys and not-so-local wines.
Now the sun is setting through my mullioned windows, my spouse is in PJ’s reading about tomorrow’s itinerary, and I am contemplating one more tour around the garden outside before turning in.
Next week: From the Castle to the Pits and Back