When I think of Wales, I remember: cold stone walled castles, drizzling rain, tiny delicate flowers, rich green ferns, a nagging chill that I can’t seem to shake out, hearty soups, more dreary rain, and sparsely populated towns.
When I think of Wales, I remember: cold stone walled castles, drizzling rain, tiny delicate flowers, rich green ferns, a nagging chill that I can’t seem to shake out, hearty soups, more dreary rain, and sparsely populated towns.