So I am in Wales, painting and WALKING and Walking and Walking, and
painting. Not fishing but what wonderful country. The River Teifi,
from Aberteifi up thru Newcastle looks like a winner. Oh well, next
time.

And the farm food is amazing, the roads are deadly and the language
defintely learnable, once you accept that W can be both a vowel and a
consonant, is pronounced like a U, which is pronounced like a EE, as
is Y, if im not mistaken. But the Welsh speakers really like it if you
even try their language. Something like half a million speak Welsh
here. At least the verb system looks simpler that that of the romance
languages. Hearing it helps alot.

I am in the Ceredigion area, Tresaith, on the coast of Southern Wales.
Its a very Welsh area. Today wife, son and I did a little of the
Pembroke Coast trail out of Cartigan, over the headlands and sheep
pastures. Amazing. The Irish Sea always in view. Pink and white Joe
Pye weed all over the lowlands and Foxglove and wild carrot up on the
headlands. Stone houses mostly, along incised one lane roads. New
potatoes and leeks and cured rashers.

We see the occasional "Free Wales" sign swcrawled on walls but thus
far have been required to pay in Pounds for our pints. It might be for
the off season. In any case we are trying to honor the memory of Dylan
Thomas as we go but with only another week before we head north and so
many pubs and beers who all contend the dead poets patronage, its not
sure we will give the man justice. We will try for the sake of the
order.

Anyway, did fish a bit in the states before we left and cleaned up my
tin cabin on the river. Plan to be on the dryside in July, fishing and
irrigaten. Goodnite, Nout daa (I think or something close)

Dave