Postcard from Marcherland
Unusually for NAH, he took holiday destiny into his own hands and booked us in for a last minute week away in the Welsh border* just after Christmas. This is the view from our cottage door complete with frost, rolling hills, farm buildings, sheep and architectural trees.
I was a bit grumpy when NAH suggested it, convinced nothing would be open. I was proved wrong... there was just enough, plus the draw of a friend to catch up with who has recently moved back home after many years of living in Seattle.
We visited NAH's beloved Tal y Llyn railway and for me there were the gigglesome yews of Powis Castle decked out in twinkly lights beneath their green skirts. We partook of the world's slowest pub crawl in Bishop's Castle, where I taught everyone the delights of windmill dominoes.
We found the canal at Welshpool and revisited the marvellous lost-in-time Bunners hardware store in Montgomery. There were frosted walks for us all, plus mountain biking for NAH to complete the more active exertions. There was plenty of time left over to curl up in our cosy cottage, drink wine, read, and restart learning the ukulele.
I may have been a reluctant holidaymaker at first, but it turned out to be the perfect time for an enjoyable getaway.
* = aka the Welsh Marches or Marcherland as I like to call it. We spent most of the week effortlessly alternating between Wales and Shropshire. The rolling hills and plentiful castles still gives the area a borderland feel and its rural nature makes it seem quite remote from the rest of England.