A TRIP TO THE ISLAND OF
ANGLESEY IN WALES
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Actually, either of these two homes was more what I had in mind. However, us retired people living on a
fixed income with minor children in tow need to settle for a more practical home. The farm would need a
lot of work but I wasn't so old yet where a little work would kill me. Ho well, we win some and lose
some.
Either of these two homes would have been nice but I did have my two kids in tow. These were both
rather small to try to bring up two teens in. They looked more like retirement homes. By myself, they
would have been ideal.
Above are the docks of a small fishing village. The sea has sculpted these little coves all along the coast
line.
This one is about 50 feet deep. To the right is a delivery truck parked on the road in Llanidan.
Someone had to really love this old truck. It was in nearly perfect condition. Whether it ran or not is a
question I didn't have time to explor but I have to suppose it is still in daily use.
It would seem the entire Welch coast line is made up of these cliffs like these. The Irish Sea continually
undercuts the cliffs and they collapse making beaches for a few thousand years until another section is
under cut. In this respect the coast is very much like the coast on Maine.
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Around 1986 I decided I might like to live in England. A friend here in Perry,
Florida, told me of a farm his father owned on the island of Anglesey in Wales.
Together we left to look the place over. The place was around 400 acres and it
sounded like just what I was looking for.
Here the farm house sits nestled in the trees at the top of a small hill. It was
classified as a historic site and no modification would be allowed to the outside of
any of the structure. If I were to fix anything it would have to be in accordance with
records from the local historic society or their similar agency.
My friend and guide on the trip explained there "might" be some repair needed on
some of the out buildings.
I'd have to admit, there was some areas which might possibly need a bit of attention.
This building was the barn. It was in better condition than some of the other
buildings.
I found the streets a bit narrow and in one quaint town there was no automotive traffic allowed at all. I
could just see myself trying to navigate these narrow streets. Out in the country it was even worse. The
roads had been used for many years without being paved.
The roads were now about three to four feet deep in the land. There was no such thing as a stop sign and
no way to see around the corner you're approaching. It was a wonder to me so many Welshmen survived
driving on these streets.
In the picture to the Left you can see the walls of Llanidan. This was a fort build to defend the island
from invasion.