When Hubby and I lived in Wales, we used to wander the streets where Roald Dahl had grown up. He used to work on Doctor Who at the BBC and we’d often meet there to begin our long and aimless walks. Cardiff, where we lived wasn’t so nice, but the rest of Wales is beautiful. I think the Welsh country side is the most beautiful that I have ever seen. Our first family holiday was to Snowdonia, in the North of Wales- it was, and still is, the best five days and nights of my life. Even though Baby was teething and we couldn’t go hiking.
When I first confirmed Baby’s existence- 1st of November 2009- we went and saw Fantastic Mr. Fox at the movies.
the boys n i just finished listening to the bfg on talking tape in the car… best words ever in that book
I visited Wales in December, during Christmas and it immediately charmed me. Love your drawing too. As long as there’s a typewriter, nothing else matters.
It’s funny, you mention isolation, but that drawing made me feel all inner-glowy as I loved Roald Dahl so much, and I also loved those little cardboard boxes where you could keep books by the one author. I still have my Narnia series, all torn and decrepit, stored like that.
I loved Narnia- Snowdonia is Narnia!
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