I've been dreaming of Wales lately. Not the grey, dreary place you might be thinking of, but Portmeirion, Wales. It has stolen my heart.
We spent one night here on our honeymoon, and when we go back, we will stay longer.
The light in this odd little resort village is magical. The colors, oh, the colors. Against the grey or blue sky (depending on the minute you look), they shine.
I feel there is some yarn dying, inspired by this place, in my near future. I am not sad about this one bit. Perhaps a Portmeirion cocoon, as well.