Now for the North

The west was a successful venture, with sand dunes, pottery and a previously undiscovered motorway, but now I'm turning my eyes towards the mainland and the north. I aim to cut through the heart of rural Wales today and visit myself upon a place of such beauty that they called it Gorwel Deg (or Ten Horizons to us monoglots). The chauffeur is ready and waiting, as is the trusty steed we call 'Fred', a mount of wonderment and beauty from the Orient itself, encrusted with jewels and precious metals, fitted with seats of such comfort that one can lose oneself in their voluptuousness. For the next 4 days I shall be living the life of a farmer in the mountains of the fair land.

May God bless the island in my absence.