Last week I spent a beautiful weekend in the seaside town of Aberystwyth, on the west coast of Wales. I took the train up to Cartmarthen and there transferred to a bus, which took in a beautiful part of the coastline on its way to Aberystwyth. I had been told that it’s probably the most “Welsh” town there is. It reminded me of Brighton, mostly because of the sunny weather and the candy-coloured houses, but yes, it was undeniably Welsh: the red Welsh dragon was ubiquitous. I even saw somebody wearing suspenders with the Welsh flag on them!as it’s closer to the north than Swansea, there is a higher number of people who speak Welsh. Signs and menus were nearly all bilingual.
Yesterday, I went for a bicycle ride along a part of the Waterlinie close to Utrecht: the area between Fort de Gagel and Fort Ruijgenhoek, to be precise, where there’s a very young forest, planted just 15 years ago. It’s a lovely place for a spring outing, with lots of birdlife and awakening flowers.
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