Just think… this time last May I was in Wales! In fact we were finishing our stay in lovely Llandudno and were checking out Conwy Castle in the rain, on our looping way to Caernarfon. We’d grown used to our car, Claudia, and were letting Miriam (the GPS) guide us around the country. Aaah, the memories.
But that was day 5 and I’m talking here about day 15, so what was happening then? Well, we were spending our last full day in Wales obsessed with… books. Books. Books. More books.
I mentioned in my last Wales post that we stayed in another funky B&B in Glasbury, and it too was appropriately book themed:
Who can resist an attic staircase like this?
Not generally a fan of book mutilation, but I do like a good bit of reuse.
Other than the B&B the main reasons to stay in Glasbury are 1. The River…
The river Wye
And 2. Being very close to Hay-on-Wye, famous for its bookshops!
Hay-on-Wye is a pretty place in itself
Richard Booth’s Bookshop, owned by one of the people instrumental in making Hay-on-Wye a booklovers’ must-see (Mr Booth died in Aug 2019).
Hay-on-Wye, even if you aren’t there during their book festival (we visited just before), has book sellers of all kinds with shops for children, crime, poetry and lots of second hand. One of my pleasures at Richard Booth’s was finding these books of Star Wars trading cards, which my brother and I collected as kids. It was such a random, unexpected thing to open one and realise that what it was!
First editions of LotR with price tags to match (nine-hundred pounds for Fellowship…)
Not everything in Hay-on-Wye is books though… there were a few antique shops that I could have tripled the volume of my luggage shopping in (really great range of things)!
Particularly like this window display
My favourite pic from Hay was this, because however you read it, it seems like a secret code!
Of course, there was also icecream. Because… icecream & also it was sheep’s milk icecream which seemed appropriate for Wales.
I had ginger and something else which I now don’t remember because the ginger was so delicious.
Then we drove onto Rosset – another small town – for our final sleep in Wales. Highlight was definitely dinner at the Alyn (named for the river Alyn that flows behind it) where our last dinner in Wales was served on… slate.
You may be wondering whether we came straight home from Wales…? No, we went to Dublin! So the remaining part of the story will be titled a little differently.