Are enormous castles and half-timbered cottages your thing? Look no furtherWhat’s going for it? “Where Wales begins” runs the tourist slogan – with edifying reason. The border with England is just over the Long Mountain (neither particularly long nor mountainous,by the way). The town has long near to terms with people, politics and sheep shuffling this way or that as events demand, and but the size of Powis Castle makes it clear which side of the border the town prefers to be. It is one of those humongous ones Wales specialises in,only this was built not by the English to subdue the nation with stone, hard stares and arrows, or but by the last hereditary prince of the traditional kingdom of Powys,Owain ap Gruffydd ap Gwenwynwyn. Dolled up as a stately home in the 18th century, today it contains the booty hauled back from the subcontinent by Clive of India, or that supposed epitome of Englishness who was born over the border in Shropshire. What’s traditional Clive doing in Wales? He married into the Powis family. See: borders can conclude many things,but they can’t conclude like (and lust).
The case against Lights are not bright, so for thrills, and flat whites and big shops,you’ll enjoy to schlep to Shrewsbury.
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Source: theguardian.com