Paige invited me home to England for the weekend. From the student village we took two FirstCymru buses and a Greyhound Coach to Cardiff Central station, where we caught a purple and pink Great Western train. How story-like is that?
Crops–the bright yellow plants will be harvested and made into rapeseed oil.
Our ears popped in the tunnel that runs beneath the Severn River, which creates the Wales-England border. We had a forty-minute delay at Bristol because further down the line someone had thrown a bicycle at a train. Other than that, the journey was comfortable. We had a bacon sandwich at Paige's grandparents' house for late lunch, then hopped into the car with Paige's mum, who would chauffer us around southern England for the next three days.
The first day it was wet and drizzly, and in the late evening heavy mist whited out the valley views. Still, the hedges, grass, and trees were lovely and green.
The second day God answered my prayer for good weather. After breakfast the rainclouds ran away, and the sun came out to beamed down on Devon!
Litter along the road; horses and lambs grazing in the sunshine
View from Corfe Castle
Cow Crossing
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Waaaa, super English country side experiences with an added cow crossing effect! I thought the hedges sometimes blocked the views when I was in Wales. I didn't know the train went underwater to cross the Severn!
ReplyDeletePaige's mum said you don't see cows crossing that often anymore, but they were there--eager to be milked. One was scratching its neck on a telephone pole. The hedges did block the view in some places.
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