We took Langlan back to the land of his forefathers this week (Mike was actually born in Wales as was his father, Gilbert, after whom Langlan is named). It wasn't long enough, it never is, but we loved it all the same.
We traipsed over a few rolling green hills, through a few mossy woods, over some rushing streams and by a big dam.
We fed ducks, skipped at Langlan's command, visited friends in Chester, ate too much good food, celebrated Liz's birthday a good few months early, lounged in the house and zipped about in our little car.
We love Wales.
3 comments:
my dear friends. so good, that you are having a wonderful time back in great britain. big hugs and kisses to all of you.
New South Wales isn't bad either!!!!All looks like fun with that growing up boy! Much love!
so jealous...all I got to say.
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