Ten gin and tonics, one hour’s sleep, a bruised wrist and ankle and a friend’s massive panic attack later, and I’m still on the go! :P
Let’s Do Business!
I would follow this man anywhere.
Please don’t lean out the window. (at Ffestiniog & Welsh Highland Railways - Porthmadog Harbour Station)
That island there is entirely artificial.
For most of the 19th century ships from all over the world would sail to Porthmadog empty, and load up with Welsh slate for export. In order to sail safely they’d ballast their empty holds with gravel, and dump the gravel by the mouth of the harbour.
Over the course of the century, it slowly formed the island that’s still there today, and - with a slight lack of imagination - is called Ballast Island. However, it is made from gravels from all across the world, and because of that is full of non-native plants, all descended from seeds accidentally shipped to Wales to weigh down the holds of the world’s shipping.
Be happy for people when nice things happen to them, even though I want to get in my cramped car of stuff and run away to the mountains for a sit.
Viktor Vasnetsov, Moving House, 1876
This is me. The lady is not here, I ate her for sustenance. The dog’s name is Patrick O’Reilly.
An unfinished, late article.