Today Helena and I along with my mother, sister and Helena's two cousins, went to Wales to visit the Welsh National History Museum.
You have to be careful when you go to Wales. Firstly, the signs are in Welsh. This is an odd language where they have names like Pwlllmaddgggogogdodddddd, or something. Secondly, if you take the wrong road they charge you a fiver to get in. I'm surprised that anyone bothers going to a country where there's an entrance fee. They don't charge people to get out, though. I'm not sure why that is.
Anyway, we managed to dodge the toll fee by taking one of the less congested roads. This was built by someone who obviously didn't have a spirit level. Or maybe it's just because Wales has hills and valleys and stuff. In any case, we probably travelled as far vertically as horizontally, if you see what I mean.
When we got there, the natives were friendly. They let us have a look at their houses:
They weren't all this old-fashioned. Here's the farmhouse:
There is a small "village" with some shops:
And I had to take this picture for Tracy:
We travelled on a cart similar to this one. It was surprisingly quick and comfortable:
There was a house of the future, but it was too ugly for me to post pictures up. It had grass growing on the roof. This seems like a great idea, except that the roof was curved. How are you supposed to mow it? It also had solar panels, and heat pumps. It didn't actually look too bad. As long as you stayed inside it.
Anyway, we had a great time. Helena and I stopped and had a meal at Frankie and Benny's on the way back, before I hastily put together this post (my two-hundredth). If you ever find yourself on the wrong side of the Welsh/English border, I'd recommend heading for this museum. It's a great day out. Even in the rain.