South Wales

I am now slightly heartened by the fact that I uploaded 7 of the 40 or 50 photos I took on Paul and my trip to South Wales at the end of October.  All hope is not lost!

During half term, I forfeited my passport to the UK Border Agency in exchange for an extension on my work visa.  That was a dramatic process in of itself but a story for another day. The moral of this story is that I was locked into the UK and thus, we took a series of trains that got stuck behind sheep to Wales.

First stop, and only for an evening, Swansea.  The highlight:

All things considered, it's good God found Swansea.

We also took a little journey to The Mumbles, a hillside-to-seaside town with a cute little pier and some lovely hillside walks.  It was a recommendation by my coworker, Clara, who grew up in South Wales.  In your mind's eye, imagine: rain, high winds and crashing waves.  See, it's like you're there. 

Our next journey saw us through to the Pembroke National Park area of Wales.  We arrived into Tenby, only after a 45-minute delay, where a passenger got off and walked with a particularly stubborn sheep that decided to park itself on the rails.  We were greeted with sideways rain and an angry wind.  

To combat this, we drank beer.