Another day, Another Wales

After a full English Breakfast we high-tailed it out of Swansea in search of something, anything else. Specifically, Pembroke Castle. But we took a quick detour when, having seen signs for a Carriage Market we realized that didn't mean a place selling carriages but rather people selling things out of the backs of their cars - or in the American vernacular, a flea market. In reality, I think it was actually a dog park with something for the humans to do. I swear we could have been at an AKC show. There were so many different breeds of dogs it was crazy. Michael was looking for walking sticks and wooden spoons while I just walked along calling out breeds: Bulldog, Jack Russell, Greyhound, Collie, Miniature Schnauzer, Cumberland Spaniel, and so on. And then we realized the most amazing thing....with all of these very social dogs walking around....nobody was barking. British dogs, I guess, stiff upper lip and all!

We detoured again when we saw a sign for Carew Castle.

And then finally got to Pembroke Castle.

And then made our way to Aberystwyth where there was another castle.

But most importantly there was this.

In retrospect I only wish we had taken a picture of Swansea for comparison. Here were two beach towns. Two beachside hotels. Two rooms on the second floor. Two rooms both with two chairs in front of little bay windows. But if Swansea was Dracula's Castle then Aberystwyth is Cinderella's. Just world's apart.

So we strolled. And we ate fish and chips on a bench (or in Michael's case a battered and fried sausage) and came to the conclusion that Wales is not so bad after all.