Wednesday, April 8: It's All Well That Ends in Wales
It was hard to leave York today. It’s a beautiful city, and
we had only seen a tiny fraction of what there is to do and see. We needed at
least another day to even get started. But reservations in Wales awaited us, so
off we went.
From York, we intended to drive to Stratford-upon-Avon to
visit the plentiful William Shakespeare sites. What I hadn’t noticed before is
that we would drive right through Warwick, where there is a big medieval castle
that Brian and I visited about 15 years ago. Natalie had told us she wanted to
see as many castles as possible, and this one would really fit her particular
definition of a castle. So we stopped in to see it, after we ate our lunch standing
in the parking lot next to the car. Allison says she is getting all of her nutrition
from bread, cheese and ham this week, and I think I’m in the same boat!
I won’t give you the whole history of Warwick Castle, mainly
because I haven’t read the whole guide yet, but I can tell you that William the
Conqueror gave orders for the first portion to be built on a high mound in
1068. Same William the Conqueror who gave orders for the York Castle in the
same year. This guy made his mark.
But we couldn’t even stay for the day, because we had
already planned to go see some Shakespeare stuff.
Now, let me just say that my husband again wins my award for
fearless driver. He wasn’t actually fearless, but there is no way I could
possibly do the driving he did today. It’s one thing to have your Google Maps
navigate you from London to York, with little stopping and/or parking involved.
It’s completely another thing to be pulling over in towns that have sites, not
sure where they are or what you will have to do to park. On top of that, the
roundabouts today seemed to come about every mile and a half, each one a
nervewracking decision of which direction you are going to exit.
It wasn’t so bad in the morning. It seems like I’m a better
navigator here than at home—maybe because I have to pay more attention. Either
that or driving everything backwards suits my driving abilities. Not sure. But
we really didn’t make any big wrong moves today, even when it got dark and
tense and the phone could not make a connection with Google maps.
I’m getting ahead of myself. We made it to
Stratford-upon-Avon, and first we stopped at Anne Hathaway’s Cottage, the home
where Shakespeare’s wife grew up and where they courted. When they married, she
was the typical-of-the-time age of 26, and he was 18. This Tudor-style home is
so interesting, and it is furnished with a lot of the family’s belongings from
the 1500s to the 1700s.
Stratford is a beautiful old town, and it retains a lot of its historical appearance. The funny thing is how so many of these old storefronts have signs advertising Indian/Bangladeshi cuisine or Chinese takeaway. These thoroughly English towns have influences from all over the world, which might explain part of the reason that immigration is a hot political issue.
By the time we finished the birthplace tour, it was close to
the 5:00 closing time, and we still had several hours of driving ahead of us.
On top of that, Brian could hardly keep his eyes open during our quick dinner.
I wondered if he was really up to this.
We somehow made it, tag-teaming the directional information
and somehow ending up pointing the right direction. Out of all the driving he
did, he only had one incident of turning onto a street at the wrong part of the
corner, thereby causing a bit of honking from other drivers. Hopefully we can
remember how hard it is to synchronize all those things when we get home and
have our teen drivers in the seat again!
Finally we have arrived in Aberdare, Wales, to our little “cottage”—a
sort of homespun condo with a loft for the teens, a living room with couches we can sit
on (it’s been almost a week since we’ve had a room devoted to sitting space,
and we are grateful!), and a bedroom that only houses three of us instead of
all five. Plus an actual refrigerator. And they have a field with sheep,
chickens and ponies, which should get the girls’ attention tomorrow.
On tomorrow’s agenda is hiking in the Brecon Beacons
National Park, a Welsh park near our hotel. It sounds lovely, and we’ve been
having phenomenal weather, so hopefully it will hold out one more day.
But first, we have some driving to recuperate from.