Nonchalant Castles (and 3 other British things)

I've been in Britain for less than 48hrs and here are some of my observations so far

1. Nonchalant Castles.

For me, an Australian with such measly national history, a castle is a big deal. I could sit and look at it all day - let alone how long I would take to explore inside. The architecture, the history, the people who once lived there... uuurrrghhh...I just really, really love castles. 

So catching the bus from England to Wales was a serious experience for me. I'd be looking out one window at a village going past, and then suddenly, I'd look over out the other one and...

BAM. Castle.

And they're not even like... a big deal. I saw a small farm house on a paddock, and then in the backyard, literally about 10 metres from the backdoor, was this ruin of a tower. It's like the people in the house were just like... yeah, we have a piece of history older than your entire country in our backyard...so what? 

Something like that in Australia would be a national landmark but here they're just casually scattered around. 

2. No one does ugly like the British men do ugly.

I don't know exactly why. But some British men just really make an art form of being kinda ugly. Of course, there are ugly people everywhere, and on that same note, everyone is beautiful to someone. But I think people understand what I mean when I say that there is a certain type of British man who is just very...well... British. 

3. Christmas would be better if it was cold.

There are still Christmas decorations up here and it's awesome. There's nothing more you want to see when it's cold and windy than a street with its trees lit up with fairy lights. I'm in Cardiff at the moment and the city still has its Christmas markets up. They're selling mulled wine and hot cider on the streets, cooking big bratwurst sausages on an open fire and letting the smell waft through the cold air of the shopping square. It's perfect. I never thought we were but it's true - we in Australia are missing out, not to mention that everything tastes better when it's cold outside too

4. I will never get tired of cobbled streets.

I don't care if I keep tripping over them, or had to painfully lug my suitcases over them for miles... All I have to do is look back over my shoulder at the street I just passed through and I'm like.... ahhhhh.