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scarfell and I were knackered on Friday after work, we shoved some clothes in a bag, jumped in the Bongo and drove to Anglesey. We try to make it there at least once a year but because of the wedding we hadn't been at all this year and figured that we should go before it gets to cold to be camping. We arrived at around 10pm, had a cup of tea and went to bed in the roof.
We camped with my mum and dad in Newborough at a site that hasn't changed at all since the 80s. I have some fantastic childhood memories - but today the site is in need of a facelift and we all spent the weekend fantasising about what we could do with the place - if we had the money.
On Saturday, after a large cooked brekkie, we walked out to Llanddwyn Island, which isn't truly an island and only gets cut off at very high tides. We looked around the pilots' cottages and lazed on the beach for an hour or so before walking to a relatively secluded cove. I've not swum off Anglesey since 2000, so I decided to brave the water, followed by mum and dad, whilescarfell probably quite sensibly paddled. It wasn't the coldest I've ever experienced but it wasn't particularly warm either!
On the walk home, we came across a mussel bed and met a couple of brummie guys in a bright pink sea kayak, collecting mussels for their tea. I got all Ray Mears and collected a few, which we then made into the smallest ever moule marinere for dinner. It was very nice but quite gritty, even after cleaning the mussels carefully. Mum and dad barbecued some Moroccan lamb and sausages and I fell asleep while the others watched Casablanca after demolishing 3/4 of a bottle of red wine.
Today we had a look around Beaumaris and walked along the pier where lots of families were catching crabs. It was raining and a bit cold so in true British style we had icecream. There were a lot of very harried-looking seagull parents being followed around by their extremely large, very well fed, almost-fledged chicks. My parents made pithy comments about understanding how they felt.
The drive back was dreadful but it was worth it. I'm glad we got to go before the end of summer.
scarfell and I were knackered on Friday after work, we shoved some clothes in a bag, jumped in the Bongo and drove to Anglesey. We try to make it there at least once a year but because of the wedding we hadn't been at all this year and figured that we should go before it gets to cold to be camping. We arrived at around 10pm, had a cup of tea and went to bed in the roof.We camped with my mum and dad in Newborough at a site that hasn't changed at all since the 80s. I have some fantastic childhood memories - but today the site is in need of a facelift and we all spent the weekend fantasising about what we could do with the place - if we had the money.
On Saturday, after a large cooked brekkie, we walked out to Llanddwyn Island, which isn't truly an island and only gets cut off at very high tides. We looked around the pilots' cottages and lazed on the beach for an hour or so before walking to a relatively secluded cove. I've not swum off Anglesey since 2000, so I decided to brave the water, followed by mum and dad, while
scarfell probably quite sensibly paddled. It wasn't the coldest I've ever experienced but it wasn't particularly warm either!On the walk home, we came across a mussel bed and met a couple of brummie guys in a bright pink sea kayak, collecting mussels for their tea. I got all Ray Mears and collected a few, which we then made into the smallest ever moule marinere for dinner. It was very nice but quite gritty, even after cleaning the mussels carefully. Mum and dad barbecued some Moroccan lamb and sausages and I fell asleep while the others watched Casablanca after demolishing 3/4 of a bottle of red wine.
Today we had a look around Beaumaris and walked along the pier where lots of families were catching crabs. It was raining and a bit cold so in true British style we had icecream. There were a lot of very harried-looking seagull parents being followed around by their extremely large, very well fed, almost-fledged chicks. My parents made pithy comments about understanding how they felt.
The drive back was dreadful but it was worth it. I'm glad we got to go before the end of summer.
