While touring Scotland for places to live, Wales kept coming up as a maybe: the cliffside climbs of Pembroke, the community-supported agriculture of Carmarthenshire. It would be that much warmer. The vegetable growing options would, well, grow.
A few months after travel restrictions lifted beyond the Scottish Borders, we planned our excursion to Wales. We found a wee cottage steps from a magic stone circle, where singing round the campfire was encouraged. It was all coming together.
This cottage happened to be just 25 minutes from Oakwood Theme Park, home to Britain’s infamous wooden coaster, Megafobia! Glorious indeed, but my pick of the day was a 1989 family coaster that travels through the actual treetops. Since Oakwood is my first UK theme park, that makes this ride — Treetops Rollercoaster — my top UK coaster. I wondered how it would hold up against the Alton Towers Secret Weapons in September.
But yes — Wales.
We journeyed like we always do, in search of a feeling. The forests of North Wales nestled us on our way down. It’s looking good. But the trees thinned, then disappeared, as we neared the more barren seascapes of Pembrokeshire. The coast, beautiful in its own right, was not quite it for us. We landed on a need newly defined:
There must be mountains.
And so we drove back north a day early, spent the night in Bangor, found a roastery in the mountains (there must be coffee, too). It’s looking good. We found our Next Time place in North Wales. And we gathered scraps of a cottage theme song, penned in the Pembrokeshire cottage: There must be mountains.
Until the Next Chapter,
P.S. North Wales is only a couple hours’ drive from Alton Towers and Blackpool Pleasure Beach. HMM…
P.P.S. In this series, I am chronicling my dreams as a work-in-progress. For more guidance on applying quest/life balance to your own life, join the waiting list for Everyday Wonderland. We’re recruiting new members for a new chapter in November.
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