As our time in the UK dwindles to a measly couple of weeks, Carl and I have been taking every opportunity to spend quality time with not only our loved ones and friends but the surrounding British landscape we'll miss as well. I can't believe we're only a week away from the scary Immigration Interview and a couple of weeks away from the big move.  Where does time go?

For those of you who don't already know, this past weekend was what those dwelling in the UK refer to as a 'Bank Holiday Weekend' - in other words a 3 day weekend which is usually sabotaged by pissing down rain and gale force winds. Since the day I set foot in England, my Father-in-law promised that it's a tradition for all bank holiday weekends to be plagued with horrible weather. In the Anderson household, the gloomy grey clouds and puddles often lead to a ridiculous number of cups of tea consumed, Monopoly family feuds and a continuous commentary of complaints that the scheduled television shows are boring and craptastic. 

Thankfully, that wasn't the case this time as we spent our last bank holiday weekend in Northern Wales soaking up the stunning natural beauty of rolling hills, gleaming blue Irish Sea and gorgeous old castles built in the 1200s. 

The sun was shining (I have an awkward burn to prove it), the television was abandoned and our only complaints were that we didn't want it to end. It was perfect. And in a comforting, yet totally ironic moment, I smiled and savored the fact that Wales was more like Vermont than anywhere else in the world I'd ever been. And it had been sitting there - a pathetic 90 minutes away from Liverpool, undiscovered and neglected by all my accounts - the entire 4 years I've lived in Great Britain. Until just weeks before I leave for good. My Vermont away from home. It's such a shame that I hadn't been sooner as I really believe my homesickness would have been cured almost instantaneously, but nevertheless I am grateful and blessed to have had the opportunity to go. Wales is truly one of the most beautiful countries I've ever been to. If you ever get the opportunity to visit - DO! 

As usual, I took an absolutely ridiculous amount of pictures...212 to be exact...and in an attempt to spill the guts of my camera in the most appealing of ways, I've done something different this time. I've composed a fancy little video of our time in Wales (thanks to the hubby for his help) rather than bombarding you with 80 million still frames and a few shaky and wind battered video clips. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do - I think this will be so fun to show our children some day. I hope to take them to Llandudno and Conwy Castle when they're old enough. It's one of the only places in the world that I've felt completely at peace, reflective and calm. I want them to experience that too.

So without further adieu, I present to you our time in Wales. A long lost hidden treasure, my Vermont away from home.
Lots of love love love,


  1. All of your pictures are amazing!


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