Cardiff officially became my chill resting point of my trip.
I spent the entire day with a friend’s parents, who graciously showed me around their home village (Llantwit Major), about 15 min from Cardiff city centre. It was absolutely divine, starting with a cuppa in their beautiful home (proper tea and biscuits are essential in English households). They suggested I do the Glamorgan Heritage Coast walk, which was a lovely trail with sweeping views of the ocean.
The cliffs were made up of Lias limestone, which were uneven rows of rocks that looked like layers of a rock cake. I’ve never seen anything like it in my life. The grey layers of rocks below the cliffs made the landscape look even more unique.
I also walked through Atlantic College (the midpoint of the trail), an international Sixth Form college with quite a few notable alumni. The most impressive thing about this college is that it was located within St. Donat’s Castle, a 12th century Tudor work of art. Its historical gardens and woodlands leading into the heritage coastal trail were enchanting. Imagine attending university in a castle?! The castle itself serves as the hold for the library and Tudor Great Hall – not as grand as the one in Harry Potter, but it definitely had the same aura.
After a lovely Sunday roast (only my second proper one- Yorkshire pudding and breaded potatoes are to die for) followed by my first English dessert (sticky toffee pudding) – I think I gained about 10 more kilos. The food is just too delicious here.
They also drove me to St Illtyd’s Church, located around the corner from the coastal walk and pub. It is located at the site of the oldest college in the United Kingdom, Cor Tewdws, which was founded c. 395 AD in honour of the Roman Emperor Theodosius I. The current church building was built in the 11th century by the Normans and has been described as the Westminster Abbey of Wales – or the most beautiful church in Wales due to its effigies and unique collection of carved stones. It’s fascinating how these buildings and pieces of history are all still intact after so many centuries.
My time in Wales has come to an end (didn’t spot the Prince because he doesn’t even live here) – but I can’t wait to fly to Ireland tomorrow. Quite possibly one of the places I’ve been looking forward to most! Xx