Did Wales, this year.
Walked about near the edges of the car park, almost onto the grass.
Looked at the hilltop walks from behind glass.
Saw Castles, though, took pics, ran about.
No more following of the little red man. Oh no. That was in the past. But marvelled at the walks on the walls, and how we managed not to fall.
The house was friendly, a welcome vision not seen outside the mind or pictures for 15 years. The plants were bigger but the gate was the same.
The smallest house in Britain was at the same town as the guest house. Both nice, but more space in the chartered room.
My mobile phone liked it so much, it stayed even after leaving to come back to this place.