then we hit Wales

-- November 2nd, 2007 --
Lamphrey Palace

Pem­brokeshire, Pem­brokeshire, we could have spent WEEKS there, vis­it­ing one gor­geous cas­tle ruin after another. Alas, we had just one day-ish. It’s hard to believe that a place as beau­ti­ful as Lam­phey, Wales could exist just a few kilo­me­tres from the evil ferry port, but it’s true. We drove through the small­est, nar­row­est roads I’ve ever seen, bounded by enor­mous hedgerows of a solid­ity that belies envi­ron­men­tal reports of their demise. And fog!

We arrived at the Lam­phey Court Hotel, a beau­ti­ful old pil­lared coun­try house that was lus­ciously lux­u­ri­ous even in the rather aus­tere bare­ness of late Octo­ber. Sur­rounded by sheep, as you see! Avery and I had just been say­ing that we missed only two things in Ire­land: good walk­ing spaces and sheep, and there they were! Although in my com­muning with them I attracted the atten­tion of their farmer lady who rode up on a trac­tor and made me promise not to worry them. They didn’t look wor­ried to me, but I was good and left…