Malvern Guest House
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... up of carved figures and pieces of old scrap that move to a music track and synchronised lighting. The show went for 15 minutes and was well worth seeing.
From the museum we walked up a pedestrian mall to a new (and much cleaner looking) shopping centre called Eastgate. It is probably a good thing we haven’t got a lot of room in our cases so we simply went window shopping. The cold wind roaring through the streets sent us ...
... do see
small mountains here and it doesn’t look quite like Ireland, though there are
rolling hills of farm land. Mainly they seem to grow barley around here. Still
lots of sheep of course, but more of them are the black faced variety. The
other thing they have here is the “Highland Coo”—big red hairy cows! We started
at Culloden, the site of the bloodbath between the Jacobite rebels led by
Bonnie Prince Charlie, and the ...
... and at 11.00am took off to search for The Loch Ness monster and to take in a tour of Urquhart Castle. We sat on the outer deck in breezy and cooling conditions and reached the site of Urquhart Castle about 40 minutes later. Built in 1220, the medieval Urquhart Castle was the site of considerable action and bloodshed during the 13th to 17th centuries. It was largely destroyed in a fight in 1692 and was reduced to a ruinous condition, closely resembling the main penitentiary ...
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# of monies found: 16.78 Euros, 8.05 Peruvian soles, 26 cents American, 10 cents Bolivian, 1 cent Canadian, 15 Swiss Francs, 11 Czech Republic Korunas, 5 Croatian Lipas, 2 Hungarian Fillers (no longer in use), 10 Romanian lei, 3.18 UK Pounds, 1 Ukrainian Hryvnia, 3 Danish Kroner, 22 Norwegian Kroner, 2.4 Latvia lats (no longer in ...
... woman left whimpering to herself as she tries unsuccessfully to pick up her bags and totter to the bridge that would lead her to the other platform. Now, call me na´ve but, until that day, I had carried within me at least the flicker of a hope that, should I find myself in searing and unbearable amounts of pain with the need to ascend a flight of steep stairs, cross a bridge and descend again in time to reach my train, someone, anyone, may find it ...