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Happy St. David’s Day! St. David is the patron saint of Wales and today is his day. Around a long, long time ago, St. David had a good idea when the Welsh were fighting the Saxons and suggested the Welsh wear a leek so they could tell the good guys from the bad guys. They […]

Again. It seems like forever since the rainy times, actually. Today is just rain, not RAIN, but we’ve nowhere to go and nothing that needs being done, so we are in for now. Keith was working before 8am and has a 7pm meeting, so it is a working day for him. Neither of us maintained

And then we were dead. Okay. You already guessed that was hyperpole, because I am writing this. Man, we are tired, though. I found a hike called Pen-pych Circular (on Pen-pych Mountain – capital M Mountain. I am not sure why that is significant, but Keith just said it to me, so I am saying

We trained to Cardiff. It took an hour and we were in a big city. I was delighted to find an Upper Crust sandwich shop in the station. We’ve found Upper Crust in most UK train stations we’ve visited and their simple ham and cheese sandwiches are terrific. We walked down the pedestrian thoroughfare, munching

When Mervyn drove us to the bus last weekend (Oh, wow. Was that only last weekend?) he pointed out a former colliery (coal mine)(pit) that has been turned into a museum. He worked in the pit there for 32 years and said he loved every minute of it. Since brass bands started with coal miners

Tonight was the last rehearsal. I felt sad. Of course, I feel sad when TV shows end. (I like emotions.) I was warmly greeted by several people as they came in and couldn’t help wondering who we would have become friends with. (I left a preposition at the end of a sentence. Augh. None of

I suggested a walk to Keith about 11am. He was finished with the China team and the US teams were still a bit from the start of their work day. It was brightly cloudy and the wind had died down. We went a new direction, toward the river, but turned right for the first time.

So… We’ve been talking about what to say in this entry all day. Well, not all day, but you know what I mean. We have completely enjoyed trying to come up with a title that is just right, and as I am writing this, we haven’t settled on one yet. I like to think that

Keith woke up this morning and said he needed fish and chips. It wasn’t exactly early, because of President’s day no alarms had been set, but it didn’t sound like breakfast to me. We waited until noon and off he went to Treorci (the Welsh spelling) Fish Bar. He came back smiling from ear to

I had a great night’s sleep on Friday night, so I only needed 4 hours last night (I guess). I woke up stupid early because obviously there were many important things to worry about. In no particular order: should Keith wear his good black shoes to wait in the rain for our ride or should