After some serious jeg lag and the weariness resulting from a recalcitrant GPS that sent us in circles rather than west on the “wrong” side of the road from Manchester airport, The Sweetie and I opened the front curtains to the small townhouse on the marina in Conwy we found through homeexchange.com, and here’s what we saw:
Pretty nice, huh? And it couldn’t be more different than my Manhattan rooftops–just the idea: travel for a change of scenery out the window.
There doesn’t seem to be much activity on the marina–the boats just float there looking stately– but strollers walk by on a narrow brick walkway right in front of our large sliding-door window. Some peek in, some don’t. It takes a little getting used to.
After the challenge or frustration (depending upon one’s temperament) of figuring out how to decode the UK electrical system and mesh everything with transformers and adapters (not to mention figuring out how to get the gas stove turned on), we manage some coffee and started to wake up enough to venture to town.
We lucked out and got a tip from a family on foot: “Go left at the wall and walk along the water.” This we did and what a lovely walk it was. Wildflowers and volunteer cultivars growing out of the stone walls on each side, with a silty beach on the left:
Then we turned a corner and WOW, the famous 14th-century castle built by Edward I, huge and in extraordinary condition. Look at those crenelated turrets–manuscript illuminations from my academic days as a medievalist came cascading into my mind, but here was the genuine item:
After a stroll through the narrow streets of charming “downtown” Conwy and a nice dinner at the Castle restaurant, we headed home along the same path. Suddenly, along the river banks, I saw a large mound of what looked like snow:
As I was zooming in on the mound, there was some movement and here’s what emerged:
An auspicious awakening and a good omen for a trip filled with beautiful images.