Pictures.
I promised to post some pictures of my town in Wales, and the manor, so here are a bunch I took over the summer.
That was a really beautiful thunderstorm over the Cardigan Bay.
Sunset over the Cardigan.
A little waterfall somewhere on the grounds of the manor.
Rocks that I like to sit on at the Bay.
Some more rocks at a different part of the bay.
A shot of the back of the manor, with a few gravestones.
The manor from a different angle.
Yet another different angle.
A tower-ish sort of thing where I like to sit and read.
A shot of the pretty trees, and some of the manor and the graveyard.
For all of you wondering why there's a cemetery in my backyard, it's because my ancestors refused to be buried anywhere but their backyard. So, it's sort of a tradition. Look out my window each night to see where I'll eventually be buried. That's a nice thought, that is.
I can't seem to get myself back into school. Not that I was ever really in it in the first place. But I just seem to hate classes even more this year. Argh.
That was a really beautiful thunderstorm over the Cardigan Bay.
Sunset over the Cardigan.
A little waterfall somewhere on the grounds of the manor.
Rocks that I like to sit on at the Bay.
Some more rocks at a different part of the bay.
A shot of the back of the manor, with a few gravestones.
The manor from a different angle.
Yet another different angle.
A tower-ish sort of thing where I like to sit and read.
A shot of the pretty trees, and some of the manor and the graveyard.
For all of you wondering why there's a cemetery in my backyard, it's because my ancestors refused to be buried anywhere but their backyard. So, it's sort of a tradition. Look out my window each night to see where I'll eventually be buried. That's a nice thought, that is.
I can't seem to get myself back into school. Not that I was ever really in it in the first place. But I just seem to hate classes even more this year. Argh.