Second rest day, unexciting. Went to the local Castle that has a number of exhibits and took a "house tour" conducted by a guide who could have easily passed for a robot, and not only was he utterly boring, but he got things wrong, which drives me nuts. The most impressive part of the castle was the air raid shelter. Long, very long, narrow, dark corridor furnished only with a bench that ran the length of, oh, some city blocks. Very affecting to walk through that space.
What Cardiff has to offer—an active amusement area near the harbour–is not in my realm of interest, so the city felt bland. The shopping area is dull; no boutiques or galleries, just lots of shopping centers and a tired, almost shabby indoor market. The parks are lovely, though.
Art in Bute Park:
The wall surrounding the castle is famous for its carved animals that decorate the top:
Would you believe it was raining on this penultimate walking day? It was. Started out on the other side of the Transporter Bridge:
More walking through industrial areas:
If the lights were flashing, you could not cross the little rusty bridge, but the lights were not flashing, so I did cross:
Cows after me again. (Look at the beady eyes of the one on the right.) But I won!
Cows uninterested in chasing me:
A horse in semi-hot pursuit:
This is a sad tale/tail: These two little lambies were lying by their very dead as in torn apart maa-maa before my presence made them move away. (Had I noticed her, I would have walked farther away.) They were so covered with flies and forlorn. They were not even bleating
Walking along a sea wall when it isn't raining is so much more pleasant than doing the same when it is. Oh, it had stopped raining by this time:
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