A Real P Day!

Can't read the signs in Welch!

Wales countryside

Betsw`-y-coed

The king and queen returning from a long day

Cozy little place as castles come and go.

Long live the King!

Music hall where John Taylor sang -- now a bar.

A palace fit for a king.

Liverpool Docks

With apologies to the readers.......if this sounds like a travel log and feels like a personal journal......oh well .......that's because it is. The only things I have to write about is just what happens here. Remember, no one HAS to read this.......

Given that.....here goes.....

Today is Valentines Day and our PDay so we decided to venture out.........

First to Liverpool. Of course for us and many members of the church, this place has some rich history in that these ports were basically the emigration ports in the 1840's, 50's and on. We are not alone in having ancestors that stood on these shores and waved farewell to their native land. As we stood there today, we thought of their courage and faith and fear that must have engulfed them as they boarded those ships and headed for a new home in a new place for the sake of a new religion.

We then tried to find the Music Hall where John Taylor and others held church services for several years in the city of Liverpool. It was more than difficult to locate. Liverpool is a crazy city with streets running every which way - very few street names are posted and our Tom Tom (GPS) could not locate the place we were looking for. After about an hour and feeling quite discouraged, we found a man who gave us some complicated directions and we found it. We even found a parking place, and then began walking. We did not have an address, only a description. We walked the length of the street not recognizing anything. On the way back, President spotted it. He had seen a pix of it and recognized it.

One Sunday morning in 1841 a 16 year old boy was walking along on his way to church to sing in his church choir. He heard someone singing and followed the sound of this beautiful voice. He discovered that it was John Taylor and he stayed to hear the message. This led him to join the church and well, today, as I stood on that ground, I was thanking him for that moment in time. Were it not so, where would I be........

From there we drove into Wales and wandered through Conwy Castle built in 1239 by King Edward I. I had been there but Richard had not. This is such a wonderful area filled with beauty and history. We then took a short drive to a little town called Betsw-y-Coed. (another cute name). The drive was like going through a travel magazine....... Rolling green hills dotted with white fluffy sheep and hedgerow fences dividing the plots. Every time we turned a corner we gasped. The sun was shedding a brillant light on the green grass and we were stopping around every bend just to take it all in.

Just one of those days...........but we are glad to be back with our little flock.