To England Where My Heart Lies: Part 4- Attack of the Sheep

I don’t know if I mentioned this before, but the region of Wales where we were is called Snowdonia. Queen of Snowdonia sounds a beautiful title to me, so I’ve decided that this is the place where I will begin my takeover of the world. Like any great ruler, I will need an illustrious castle in which to live. After visiting Penrhyn Castle, I have decided that it is definitely in the running.

“In the running?!?!” you are no doubt exclaiming, “Only in the running? What castle could possibly be better than this one?”

Well, it’s kinda fake. It’s designed to look medieval-style, but it was actually built in the 1800’s. Also, no battles have ever been waged there, and a house without bloodshed is a house made 1000% less interesting. You ever been to the Tower of London? It’s the coolest place in England, because anybody who was anybody was beheaded there. The more morbid the place’s history, the more allure it holds. It’s a science. Also, some idiot had allowed a bunch of wacko “artists” to set their crap up all over the castle, and apparently these artists’ idea of a commentary on something (no idea what) was to lay down great runners of this gouache carpet that should only ever be placed in the seediest of arcades.

Nevertheless, Penrhyn was fab, and totally Downton Abbey-esque, and I could live there quite happily for some time.

Another potential domain was a mysterious ruin high upon the hill that we drove by on our way to Penrhyn.

This castle holds all the mystique anyone could ever want, because Corrie, Karl and I discussed it amongst ourselves, and we came to the very scientific conclusion that it disappears when you get close to it. Don’t ask me how I’m going to live in a ghost castle that vanishes upon approach; when I’m queen I’ll solve the problem with money or something.

After a picnic lunch in the car parked by the boat docks, during which we discussed whether boat docks were ugly, charming, or both, we drove out to Anglesey to see the coast.

As we drove along the road toward the lighthouse, I suddenly looked out the front window of the car to see a wave of sheep barrelling down the road en masse. My life flashed before my eyes. The sheep sea poured around the sides of the now stopped car, followed by a border collie and the farmer in his truck. Just another day in the Welsh countryside.

Anglesey was beautiful, of course. We walked along the coast, and visited a lovely lighthouse. The fun thing about walking along the coast was that the wind was so strong, that I was low-key afraid of being swept over the edge of the cliff and dashed to pieces on the rocks below. Here’s Corrie trying to protect herself from the freezing gales:

After this, it was time to head back to the cottage and start getting our affairs in order, because tomorrow we were to leave Wales, and the Capernwray Chronicles would begin.