xx Wales

Ports of call! Mar at the world then, strange fascinating lands back in us, with us rebel and their exotic splendors.

Come with us as we head for Port of Call! Cruising along the west coast of Great Britain, where gusty winds from the North Atlantic rough in the sea, we enter Bristol Channel and steam up the broad Severn River toward Cardiff, largest port of the ancient and storied land of Wales.

smoothly we approach our birth in the great busy harbor built by the mark was a bit to handle the enormous shipments of coal from the Welsh mine have you all been in concert please? Have you all been in concert please?

Got your camera? Yes indeed. Think I'm going to miss photographing a druid if I see one? Druid, what do you mean, Kate? Don't tell me you don't know where the druids held their mister ceremony like they were the ones who invented the significance of the mistletoe.

Good for birth! And I believe that not Harlan Card is an ancient wood ceremonial ground with great stones. Nobody knows how old. There might be druid spirits there. Well, you took in hun druid spooks, if you like.

But I'm all to see the Roman ruins before we take the train to Kanavans. Oh, wait Mary, we're coming! Kanavans is now only a village, clustering about Kanavans castle, whose grim exterior gives no hint of the ruined walls and courtyards within.

But Carnarvon is the heart of the picturesque and glorious history of early Wales. The nearby mountains of Snowden have seen the battle flags and banners of every noble house in early England, tossing in the pale Welsh sunlight, flapping in the blustering winds from the coast.