Miles today = 120 only, but lots of windy roads!
Miles so far = 2375
Where are we? - in the middle of Wales in an unpronounceable village, near the middle of absolutely nowhere
Wow, what a beautiful place! It might be unpronounceable but it is magical. A pub, what feel like miles from anywhere, with delightful rooms, a great bar and home cooked locally produced food. What’s not to like? And we actually got here before 6pm! Its even got a pool table. We’d take on the locals but I don’t think there are any! Sheep, maybe?
Talking of which, the sound of lambs bleating is the only noise we can hear! Heaven (not the one I was offered on Llandudno promenade last night).
Started the day with a trip round the Great Orme, the headland just to the west of Llandudno - beautiful scenic drive with great vies from the top of Anglesey, and, on a clear day, the Isle of Man and the Lake District. Early enough to miss most of the trippers, who can access it by foot, car (very windy, even for a motorbike), tram or cable car. We might have been tempted by the cable car or tram if they had opened early enough. But the bike was challenging, including as it did, several sharp hairpins, and most enjoyable.
We followed this up with a quick stop in Conwy, a superb walled town with a magnificent castle, which we didn’t do justice to, as we were determined not to end up half way to our destination at 5pm! So next stop was the Menai bridge, which we spend ages driving around to attempt to get the perfect picture - and failed of course.
The usual silly selfie though!
Then, having never been to Anglesey we had to make a pit stop on the longest village name in the country - Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch, which as any one knows means “St Mary's church in the hollow of the white hazel near to the fierce whirlpool of St Tysilio of the red cave”. Can’t believe the tourist industry that has grown up around a nondescript village just on the basis of its name - though what reason people have for buying leather jackets, Scottish shortbread or whisky I have no idea. We did get a top box sticker though! Im running out of room!
A trip through Llanberis pass, a wistful look at the top of Snowden, and a manacle on Rob, to make sure he didn’t try make good on his claim that he could be up and down in an hour and a half.
We managed a stop in Beddgellert (of the dog fame - protected his master’s baby by killing the wolf, but the master, on not being able to find the baby shot the dog - or something like that). Rob and Eric visited the grave - I found the ice cream shop!
Then finally we headed south through Snowdonia, to Machynlleth, and inland - to who knows where? If you never hear from me again I’ve been eaten. American Werewolf anyone?
As usual, a few more pics below.
