Day 2: chocolate and wind

On Sunday we went to church in the nearby town of Brecon.  Our group of fifteen doubled the congregation and reduced the average age by about forty years.  Last Sunday happened to be Mothering Sunday (Great Britain's version of Mother's Day).  To celebrate, the rector handed out chocolates and flower bouquets during the service.  She invited everyone to light a candle in honor of their mothers, so I came to the front and joined my candle on the altar with the others.

Here's the church:

Afterward they fed us Welsh cakes and tea and talked to us about the Welsh language and told us everything they knew about America.  They sent all the leftovers home with us and told us to come again.

We went to the grocery store afterward.  All the signs were printed first in Welsh, with the English below.

That afternoon we trekked up to the nearby high point.  We found sheep on the way.

On the top the wind was blustering about as strong and cold as Nebraska's heartier winds.  We could lean back into it and not fall over.  All around us were hills of fields and hedgerows, with low mountains in the distance on one side.