Our steel donkeys arrival to the oldest and smallest city, Bangor
the urban roads leading us to the land of Ents
and they show us the way to Entwives and the sun
where they soak themselfs in the morning rise.
It is time for a pit stop and allow our donkeys a few days of rest...
in private isolation.
We look for the trailhead
and build our home for the night.
A trusted brew for dinner.
and refuel ourselves with heat for the nightfall.
High above our formal home
Overlooking our progerss
and wonder for a bit.
The road lead us towards our friends
Habiting the rocks
and spotting us in our progess.
We now rest,
wait,
prepare,
and train
for the next season.
Winter is coming
so as we.
Down we go to
the cracks
looking for the teeth of the welsh dragon.
Passing the keeper
through the land of rock
to visit the watch tower,
the slate port
and to sail us to new adventures.
