A heads up, this is the last post of our trip and this one is VERY long.
Now, on to my father's side of the family for a bit. His parents, whom my siblings, cousins and I would call Nannie and Papa, owned several inns over the years.
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| Nannie & Papa in the 60's | 
One in particular I would hear stories of, The Fairy Glen, like the time Papa complained about Nannie's mashed potatoes and she threw a spoonful of them at him, missed and they stuck to the wall which they later painted over! Oh my. So Sunday morning, Paul and I drove to Penaenmawr to The Fairy Glen. I had an email from my Uncle Ian (my dad's younger brother), explaining some tid-bits of the Inn from his childhood. As we meandered through the hillside with houses on either side of the narrow streets, I saw The Fairy Glen in the distance. Paul pulled over so I could take a pic and collect myself as this was another "moment" LOL!
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| Straight ahead in the distance is the Fairy Glen. | 
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| Excuse the raindrops and dirty windshield. | 
It's about 9:30 am and the door was open. We walked inside and sitting by the fireplace was a gentleman having a cig and coffee. I approached him and said hello, introduced myself and said we're from America. His answer, "I can tell that". So, I explained that my grandparents owned The Fairy Glen in 1949 and could I have a few minutes of his time to chat? "Well, I'm just having my morning coffee then I have to get to work so you can have a few minutes" he said. Not the friendliest person by far! He said he was the current owner and has been for the last 20 years. I showed him some pictures of The Fairy Glen back when Nannie & Papa owned it and even told him a story of the mantel. I asked him a few questions and took some pictures...
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| Fairy Glen then. I believe that's my father standing to the left of the door. Can't be sure though. | 
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| Fairy Glen now.  | 
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| L-R, my Uncle Ray, his girlfriend, my mum and dad. | 
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| Same spot as above. My only regret, not having the owner take our picture here. The phone booth is still there, although an updated version. | 
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| The bar then. | 
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| The bar now. | 
Now there's a story about the fireplace. My grandfather strongly felt that the beams above the fireplaces should be exposed and he did that in every Inn he owned.
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| Papa, Nannie and his mum, Ellen. On the wall to the right is a picture of my dad in the British Navy using a sextant.  | 
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Not only did he expose the beam but I think he did some brickwork also. The owner told us that there used to be an inlaid picture that the previous owner had managed to chisel out and sell for a couple of quid. And here it is, how cool is that?? 
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Notice to the left above the beam the little pictures of the Fairy Glen. I mentioned those to the owner and he said he has to keep an eye on them, as people steal them. Wow! I would have loved to get my hands on one...maybe he could sense that LOL. 
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Some pics of Nannie & Papa outside the Fairy Glen in 1949...
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| Roy and Jean Phillips | 
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| My Uncle Ian would serve ice cream to the guests.  | 
In the email my uncle Ian sent me he spoke of the brook behind the inn and how he used to fish in it with his hands. Paul and I took a stroll round back.
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| Heading back up from the stream. | 
Some scenery on the way there... 
And on the way back...
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| We drove along the coast on the way back.  | 
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| Those are some MASSIVE wind turbines in the distance. | 
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| I have to laugh at the Welsh and their "language". Good thing every sign has written below in English what they're saying. Good grief! | 
Interesting fact, the mileage in Great Britain is yards and miles vs meters and kilometers. Hmmm.
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| I don't think these peeps want visitors hehe.  | 
When we got back from The Fairy Glen, Philip, Leslie and family took us to the Chirk Castle.
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| Castle keeper? Leslie, me, Philip, Marcus, (I think Harper is the little one's name) Holly and Paul. | 
Books and doors, I'm a bit obsessed with. Could be a lot worse don't you think?
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Narrow stone stairway to the dungeon. Since it was 27 feet down to the bottom, we passed! 
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In the courtyard...
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| I'm smiling because I made it in but I wasn't sure I'd make it out!  | 
We toured the beautiful grounds and Holly's 3 other children joined us.
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| They were delightful! I think this photo bomb was Holly's little girl Skye.  | 
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| Paul, Philip and Marcus. | 
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| Skye, Harper, Holly, Bayley, Harley, Philip, Leslie and Marcus (I think I got the kids right). | 
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| Original gates to Chirk Castle. No longer in use.  | 
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| Notice the red hand? | 
There are many legends regarding the red hand. One is, the lord to the castle was to give one of his sons the castle depending on which son crossed a lake first. The son that was losing, had his hand cut off and thrown onto the shore so he could win. Another was a race inside the castle. Probably a few others floating around too. 
The hotel that Howard recommended and knows the owner of, is The Hand and that's where we stayed. Very old. Loved the desk and fireplace. 
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| Check in desk on left. | 
 
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| Pretty quaint I'd say.  | 
After a wonderful day at the Fairy Glen, then Chirk Castle, Uncle Howard and Michael took us to dinner at the golf club. We all had a plate of delicious roast beef and yorkshire pudding. 
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| It was "melt in your mouth" goodness! I have never thought to make my yorkshire pudding in a muffin tin. That's the way I'm making them from now on! | 
Some more randomness...
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| Sheep, sheep and more sheep. | 
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| Michaels beautiful backyard. | 
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| Leslie's beautiful backyard. | 
We noticed we have quite a few of the same flowers and trees, like the Buckeye tree in an earlier post. 
Well, that's our wonderful trip. One I'll never forget and will cherish the memories forever. I can't wait to get started in my new scrapbook I picked up. You can see it here: 
England Scrapbook.
 
As always...