We travelled to a village called Penrhyndeudreath to stay with more of Chevhaun's family, Nina and Morris and it was with them that we discovered the amazing beaches of Wales and fell in love. They took us to see a village called Abersoch where Chevhaun's Great Grandfather lived before moving to Canada for good back in the 1920's. We were very fortunate because Nina's daughter arranged for us to see the home of a great poet named Hedd Wyn who passed away in 1917 before recieving a major poetry trophy. Poets are greatly honoured in Wales and recieve engraved chairs as awards to commemorate them on their poetry. Hedd Wyn had already recieved five chairs for previous achievements and was to be awarded with a large, very detailed thrown until it was announced at the ceremony that he had died a month earlier. The chair was covered with a black cloth and delivered to the family of Hedd Wyn, which then became known as The Black Chair and eventually a movie based on the story was made. The nephew of Hedd Wyn lives right up the hill from where his uncle's house still stands untouched and he gave us the honour of seeing the five chairs and throne that the great poet earned. See Ma! we did learn something! Our trip to Wales have been short but sweet, packed with loads of family history and great people. We are back to England for our final days in the U.K, then on to Amsterdam.