Journal Entry \u2014 September 19th: Postcard-O-Rama<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n Wednesday we really did a good job of sleeping in.\u00a0 We showered, bundled up and started out walk into town in the rain.\u00a0 I optimistically brought out my travel umbrella, and ten minutes later folded it’s battered body back up and resigned myself to walking in the gentle rain.\u00a0 Regular umbrellas, much less small travel ones, are not up to the task of surviving the Welsh wind.\u00a0 Fortunately the rain wasn’t so bad the my jacket wasn’t enough to hold it off.<\/p>\n We made our way to Jackabouts, a pancake restaurant of sorts.\u00a0 English pancakes are closer to cr\u00eapes in texture and thickness, and what I’m used to \u2014 American style \u2014 are sweeter, thicker ones.\u00a0 The menu offered a Scotch breakfast \u2014 two Scotch pancakes (closer to the American variety of silver-dollar pancakes), scrambled eggs, a sausage patty and saut\u00e9ed mushrooms.<\/p>\n After eating I sat and wrote out all of the postcards I had for everyone.\u00a0 Damn, I hate writing longhand… which is why I spend so much time writing in this damned book.\u00a0 Sweets, ever so polite, didn’t point out that she was bored out of her skull watching me.\u00a0 After what seemed like an eternity, I finally wrapped up and we went to the post office for postage, and to drop them in the mail.<\/p>\n Returned home, relaxed and visited with everyone.\u00a0 Ate dinner at home (shock!) and eventually we found our way to bed.<\/p>\n Journal Entry \u2014 September 20th: Devil’s Bridge<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n Thursday we planned a trip to Devil’s Bridge<\/strong><\/a>, a journey taken by steam train.\u00a0 Walked to the station, stopping to pick up snack and sammich fixins for the trip.\u00a0 The train, while smaller than I was originally expecting, was still pretty cool.\u00a0 We climbed aboard and the trip began.<\/p>\n The train was bumpy, noisy, and utterly fantastic.\u00a0 Lots of beautiful countryside and sheep (again… shock!) along the way.\u00a0 After an hour we made it to Devil’s Bridge, disembarked and had an hour to go exploring.\u00a0 Had a peek at the three generations of bridges built one on top of another, the oldest dating back to around 1200 AD.<\/p>\n My inner tourist came out again as we then started down the path.\u00a0 It takes a lot of effort not to inadvertently kill yourself on the path, made mostly of stones and slate (or slate-like stone).\u00a0 The hand rails were our friends!\u00a0 Took pictures of the waterfall and valley along the way.<\/p>\n We stopped and turned around when we reached the steps that came with a disclaimer \u2014 basically “proceed at your own risk, moron”<\/em>.\u00a0 Yeah, very narrow and shallow treads with an amazingly tall riser height… and rails placed across the path every 60′ or so to stop the falling and tumbling idiots who lost their footing.\u00a0 No thanks, I like my skull the shape it is right now.<\/p>\n<\/a>
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