As I get ready to embark on another adventure (bike-packing and backpacking in the Outer Hebrides, Skye, and the Orkneys) I have been going through my travel journal from my adventure in Wales, and came across this bit.  It was really meaningful to me as I have a long family history (from long long ago) in that area of Wales.


While coming down the Beacons, I fell into step with an older Welsh gentleman and we got to chatting (we both had cameras).  The conversation turned to why I was there and I told him how my family had left Brecon about 400ish years ago, and about the estates they lived at since about 1100, that I had the opportunity to visit.  As we parted ways, he turned to me, said “welcome home” and left me with a kiss on the check.