Now, on to my father's side of the family for a bit. His parents, whom my siblings, cousins and I would call Nannie and Papa, owned several inns over the years.
|Nannie & Papa in the 60's|
One in particular I would hear stories of, The Fairy Glen, like the time Papa complained about Nannie's mashed potatoes and she threw a spoonful of them at him, missed and they stuck to the wall which they later painted over! Oh my. So Sunday morning, Paul and I drove to Penaenmawr to The Fairy Glen. I had an email from my Uncle Ian (my dad's younger brother), explaining some tid-bits of the Inn from his childhood. As we meandered through the hillside with houses on either side of the narrow streets, I saw The Fairy Glen in the distance. Paul pulled over so I could take a pic and collect myself as this was another "moment" LOL!
|Straight ahead in the distance is the Fairy Glen.|
|Excuse the raindrops and dirty windshield.|
|Fairy Glen then. I believe that's my father standing to the left of the door. Can't be sure though.|
|Fairy Glen now.|
|L-R, my Uncle Ray, his girlfriend, my mum and dad.|
|Same spot as above. My only regret, not having the owner take our picture here. The phone booth is still there, although an updated version.|
|The bar then.|
|The bar now.|
|Papa, Nannie and his mum, Ellen. On the wall to the right is a picture of my dad in the British Navy using a sextant.|
|Not only did he expose the beam but I think he did some brickwork also. The owner told us that there used to be an inlaid picture that the previous owner had managed to chisel out and sell for a couple of quid. And here it is, how cool is that??|
|Notice to the left above the beam the little pictures of the Fairy Glen. I mentioned those to the owner and he said he has to keep an eye on them, as people steal them. Wow! I would have loved to get my hands on one...maybe he could sense that LOL.|
|Roy and Jean Phillips|
|My Uncle Ian would serve ice cream to the guests.|
|Heading back up from the stream.|
Some scenery on the way there...
|We drove along the coast on the way back.|
|Those are some MASSIVE wind turbines in the distance.|
|I have to laugh at the Welsh and their "language". Good thing every sign has written below in English what they're saying. Good grief!|
|I don't think these peeps want visitors hehe.|
When we got back from The Fairy Glen, Philip, Leslie and family took us to the Chirk Castle.
|Castle keeper? Leslie, me, Philip, Marcus, (I think Harper is the little one's name) Holly and Paul.|
|Narrow stone stairway to the dungeon. Since it was 27 feet down to the bottom, we passed!|
|I'm smiling because I made it in but I wasn't sure I'd make it out!|
We toured the beautiful grounds and Holly's 3 other children joined us.
|They were delightful! I think this photo bomb was Holly's little girl Skye.|
|Paul, Philip and Marcus.|
|Skye, Harper, Holly, Bayley, Harley, Philip, Leslie and Marcus (I think I got the kids right).|
|Original gates to Chirk Castle. No longer in use.|
|Notice the red hand?|
There are many legends regarding the red hand. One is, the lord to the castle was to give one of his sons the castle depending on which son crossed a lake first. The son that was losing, had his hand cut off and thrown onto the shore so he could win. Another was a race inside the castle. Probably a few others floating around too.
The hotel that Howard recommended and knows the owner of, is The Hand and that's where we stayed. Very old. Loved the desk and fireplace.
|Check in desk on left.|
|Pretty quaint I'd say.|
After a wonderful day at the Fairy Glen, then Chirk Castle, Uncle Howard and Michael took us to dinner at the golf club. We all had a plate of delicious roast beef and yorkshire pudding.
|It was "melt in your mouth" goodness! I have never thought to make my yorkshire pudding in a muffin tin. That's the way I'm making them from now on!|
Some more randomness...
|Sheep, sheep and more sheep.|
|Michaels beautiful backyard.|
|Leslie's beautiful backyard.|
We noticed we have quite a few of the same flowers and trees, like the Buckeye tree in an earlier post.
Well, that's our wonderful trip. One I'll never forget and will cherish the memories forever. I can't wait to get started in my new scrapbook I picked up. You can see it here: England Scrapbook.