I spent a few days in Wales during this year of the rain. Luckily, having driven most of the day in rain under bleak skies, across rivers swollen to the size of small lakes, down roads flooded so badly I fully expected water to come in the doors of my car, I found the B&B, perched on a hillside below terraced fields. As soon as I opened my door and stepped foot onto the lane by the house, the sun came out. It didn’t start raining again until the day I drove out of Abergavenny. Sometimes, Mother Nature takes pity.
I fell in love with Wales on that trip, about the same way I fell in love with Cornwall 25 years ago. The landscape surprised me, delighted me, at every turn. Most of my trip was in and around Brecon Beacons, so I realize that there is a great deal more to see one day. I fully expect to be surprised and delighted again.
But today’s post is about the day I arrived. And the miracle of sunshine that occurred. The following photos were taken (among dozens of others) throughout the two hours following my check-in at the B&B, both at the house and on a drive we took before dinner so as not to waste a moment of the late spring daylight.
A Canuck's Eye View 