Next morning in London, we grabbed a cup of coffee and hit the Sainsbury's Express for fruit and milk for La Feef and caught the train to Holyhead, Wales. It was a several hour train ride, but Fea slept for a couple of hours, Hank worked for a couple of hours, and I stared out of the window...the whole time. England countryside...passing through small villages where I am sure Agatha Christie or Josephine Tey or Margaret Drabble wandered about creating characters and gathering human stories. I almost leapt out of the train when I saw the holiday barges on the canals...someday!! Heading into Wales, the countryside became even more hilly and green and covered with sheep. We cruised along the shore, through little seaside villages with ancient castle ruins and fishing boats, through Rhyl, Llandudno, Bangor
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