Sunday 17 August 2008
Dafydd, Dai, Dewi?
Friday 15 August 2008
Do I belong in north Wales?
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The Carneddau Circuit
Stopped in Beddgelert on the way back for tea, coffee at Lyn’s Caffi with apple pie and custard (David) and fudge (me). The staff at Lyn’s all know us now.
Thursday 14 August 2008
Break from the mountains
Today we gave our legs a rest from major hiking and did some proper sightseeing instead. The weather was gorgeous and a perfect day for visiting Portmeirion – the Italianate village on its own peninsular. I have always wanted to visit. They filmed a 1960s show called The Prisoner here and I have vague memories of some of the scenes involving giant balls and messages via a tannoy. The village is really lovely! It stands on a beautiful stretch of coast and incorporates extensive woodland trails. The buildings are all guesthouses, shops and restaurants and it really draws the crowds.
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After lunch we visited Cricieth Castle. We drive passed it everyday, but this was a great day to stop because of the fine weather – we thought we would get some decent views and we really did. We stopped for afternoon tea at a tea garden called Ty Te in Cricieth. I am really going to miss Welsh tea shops.
Wednesday 13 August 2008
Climbing Snowdon
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Evenings
Tuesday 12 August 2008
Y Garn and Beddgelert
We thought we’d go to Caernafon Castle instead but the rain was so heavy that we could barely drive. We could see blue skies the other way so decided to turn around and head towards them. We passed 2 ladies walking along the road in the torrential rain and we offered them a lift. They looked very jolly and said no thank you. Mad.
We got back to Beddgelert, parked the car and enjoyed tea and coffee sitting in a tea garden by the river in the sun…. until it started to rain and we huddled under the sun umbrella until it stopped. We explored Beddgelert a bit. What a lovely town! Pretty touristy, but not ridiculous. I wished I had taken the house there instead of the one we had miles away in Rhiw. The money I saved on rent I would just pay in petrol anyway.
We followed the riverside path to the grave of Gellert, Llewelyn’s dog. Heard a lot of Brummie accents. I guess Birmingham isn’t that far from Snowdonia. People had picnics beside the river and some brave souls even went for a dip. We went for tea and bara brith at “Lyn’s” caffi.
There was a big outdoor shop and I decided to have a look. We both got new jackets, socks and boots. We didn’t actually go in for boots, but there some quite good offers. David was due to replace his and I discovered that my new ones weren’t actually Goretex, so unless I wanted wet feet for the rest of the trip, I had better buy some new ones. We came away feeling really pleased with our purchased and wanted to try them out on Mount Snowdon the very next day.
Monday 11 August 2008
The tip of Llyn
Today we drove to Aberdaron on the Llyn peninsular and did a coastal hike. This was really beautiful until it started to lash rain as we walked back via the lanes. The Saturday travel supplement of the weekend’s guardian featured some of the remotest places in the Britain and one of them was the tip of the Llyn peninsular opposite Ynus Enlli (Bardsey Island) exactly where we had been today! It is pretty remote where we are staying. We can’t get a phone line and forget accessing the internet! Back at Aberdaron, we had a pub lunch at The Ship. Nice enough, but overpriced just for a Ploughman’s and a bowl of Heinz tomato soup. The barman could have been the twin brother of our friend Joe-Joe in Japan. Joe-Joe loves making fun of Welsh people (he’s English) so I found this really amusing. We overheard two people talking in the bar, rather the woman was talking in a really loud voice at the man who said very little. She went on and on about herself – how tedious! At one point she started talking about how she had given up smoking because there were too many holes in her aura. I gave David a look, but he hadn’t heard properly so I had to wait until they left to tell him what I had heard. We have been running with this ever since: “I had better not have any more coffee as there are already too many holes in my aura” etc.
That afternoon we went to Pwllheli as I had to access the internet to send an article I had promised by mid August. I had to do this in the basement of the town library in the kids’ section on a computer which censored Facebook. We also had to find a launderette as when we asked our landlady about a washing machine, she said “I’ll have a think about it.” Did she think we’d go for 2 weeks without washing any clothes after hiking on muddy mountains everyday
Sunday 10 August 2008
Cnicht - the Welsh Matterhorn
After coming out of the bogs, we came across a spooky disused slate mine. I took some eerie pictures and we continued along the miners’ road back to Croesor where we discovered a little renovated cottage doing teas! We took off our boots and sat in the sun enjoying hot drinks and freshly made Victoria sandwich. Wales does tea and cake so well that I sometimes wonder why I ever left.
Saturday 9 August 2008
Haunted House
Finding our cottage
Back we went down the lane. This time going really slowly so that we wouldn’t miss the track. We found it and began to drive down until it became too steep and slippery so I pulled into a kind of layby and we walked the rest of the way down.
We found the house. 200 year old Welsh cottages always look sweet and welcoming from the outside, but this one looked really creepy in the fog. We went into the garden and called “hello”. Nothing. We tried the front door. Locked. We went round the back and found the door unlocked. In we went. The smell of damp hit us. Hello? Nothing. Back outside. We heard a small voice with a posh English accent “Hello! Hello!”. The landlady! She was about 4ft tall, hunched with sore-looking varicose veins over both feet. Her grey knotty hair hung limply around her shoulders. She came running out of a hole in the hedge. It turned out that through this hole is the garden shed where she lives. It was a peculiar setup.
She showed us around the house. It was like something out of a museum. Ancient wooden furniture, low beamed ceilings, scary old pictures everywhere. This couldn’t be further away from our life in Japan. As we were leaving, a man with a flat cap knocked on the door and asked if it was our car blocking the lane. Woops. He didn’t seem to mind that he had had to walk all the way down the hill and back up again. I was relieved that we had another neighbour. A rich one too apparently who drove a BMW off roader. I had to park in the lay by on the main track and our landlady came up with her jeep to collect our stuff and drive it down to the cottage. Once we unpacked the car, she disappeared into the fog and we haven’t seen her since. We tried to give her the money for the electricity, but she said there was plenty of time for that. Was there something we didn’t know? She knew we wouldn’t last the 2 weeks for instance?
Castell Harlech
Heading North
Mum and Dad got up early to help us pack the car and see us off on Saturday morning. I admit I was really excited about going off on a trip into the unknown (at least to me): north Wales. The land of beautiful landscapes, mountains, beaches and famous castles.
I had run the post codes through the AA route finder so we had a printout to follow, but we still got lost within 20 minutes and ended up in a housing estate in Newport… After getting back on track we had a straight run through until we stopped for tea somewhere near Builth Wells. I had a pot of tea and a slice of excellent bara brith (fruit cake). The coffee machine was broken, so David sat there nursing his Brecon Carreg water willing me to hurry so that we could go and find somewhere that did proper coffee.
Next stop was for lunch at a pub called The Brigand’s Arms which was built in the 16th century and used to be a coaching inn. I have low expectations when it comes to Welsh pub food, but this meal was REALLY excellent. I went for homemade leek and potato soup (my favourite!) and goats cheese tart with salad. David had venison sausages and vegetables. I asked the waitress where we were and I think she said “Machlin”. I couldn’t find it on the map, but it was on the road to Llanidloes – look out for it if you are up that way.
Back on the road and the rain was getting really heavy. Somewhere around Machynlleth we spotted a sign for “Harlech Castle” and as we were making really good time, we decided to take a detour. The landlady wasn’t expecting us for hours yet. There probably would have been quicker ways to get to Harlech, but this coastal route was quite nice (apart from going through Barmouth – full of tacky cafes and souvenir shops and miserable people all walking round in the rain).
Monday 4 August 2008
Bangkok Nightlife
Sunday 3 August 2008
Koh Samet
We were sad to leave Koh Samet, but excited about meeting up with our friend Wilailuck in the big city.