You know how sometimes you’re watching TV and suddenly you see a place that looks perfect and you think something like “Oh wow, I’d sure love to be there right now”? Well, welcome to the Bush Inn (Wales) as featured in Sherlock!
You know how sometimes you find a place that gives you that particular feeling of contentment without really being able to pinpoint why? Deal is one of those places. With its tranquil quaintness and its one-of-a-kind beach, the small seaside town has it all, without ever being overwhelming.
Jon is used to my quirks (which I am sure he finds charming), but I guess even he didn’t understand what I was on about when I insisted we should spend the night in Dartford on our way to Scotland and go to the train station “in order to see a landmark”.
I remember my first day in England as clear as day. My school had organised a trip to London for us to practice whatever we were supposed to have learnt in our English course. I was fifteen. The sun was shining in the early morning, the sea was calm and my friends and I were on the deck of the ferry from Calais.
A rather formidable architectural prowess in a small seaside town.
A visit of Brunel's SS Great Britain in Bristol. A beautiful day out!
Although it is close to the spectacular Four Falls Walk, I think that Sgwd Gwladys deserves a visit of its own as it offers very scenic views. Located in Waterfall Country (Brecon Beacons), the short walk really lives up to the reputation of the region in terms of beauty and magic.
I soon realised that I had made a mistake and that the whole business of not being punched in the face was going to be challenging, to say the least. It was cold and windy – but then again, what do you expect Cardiff to be on the 31st of December? Sure, everyone around looked cheerful enough, and the group of retired women whose cheeks were suspiciously rosy had offered me a sip of whatever their hip flasks contained, but I didn’t feel at ease
Cardiff will always hold a special place in my heart. As I was telling you in a previous post, I fell in love with it as soon as I got off the London train on a cold and dark December. In my mind, the name will always conjure up a memory of a frozen nose and red cheeks on evenings at the Bay. I was so cold that I could no longer feel my fingers and Mermaid Quay sparkled with fairy lights. We stopped at the (now defunct) Café Rouge. I remember the warmth of the onion soup bowl around which I wrapped my hands and afterwards, the icy wind as we walked back to our hotel. I loved that winter, as I have loved every winter there ever since (though it is of course very nice in the summer too).
