Smooth flight over, we both slept entire time on board. Delicious cappucino and brie/caramelized onion panini's at Heathrow upon landing. We are amazingly well rested, thank you ambien.
Two and a half hours west on the M4, we're in Cymru. That's Wales to you and me. This is my 26th great grandfather Roger de St Maurs' Penhow Castle. Given to him in the 1180's by William the Conqueror as thanks for fighting in the 1066 invasion, Roger died in this castle in 1130. It was owned by us Seymours for centuries. Now owned by a film producer, whose elegant horse farm and home sit right next door.
An elegant entrance. But, it really isn't a castle like Cinderella's. Maybe you could call it a manor house. Spectacular views. On top f a hill. Green rolling hills, forests, streams.
AND THERE ARE SHEEP!
Plenty of sheep. Makes up for anything.
These are friendly sheep.
Mike looking at headstones at next-door-neighbor St John the Baptist church, built later... in the 1200's. Penhow is the building in the far right, behind the stone wall.
An absolutely charming B & B. After curry chicken, steak pie, walnut butterscotch gateau and two pints, we retire. Us Seymours sleep here in Penhow / Llanmartin once again, nine hundred years later.
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