Trip report: A week in Wales
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Thursday
Today it was supposed to be raining, but fortunately the weather seemed to have forgotten. We did have a longer lay in bed though - we were a bit achy and the virus was taking its toll.
The plan for today was to drive to the nearest village and enjoy a nice lunch. However, I spotted that the farmer had a nice rock face just above the campground - this was difficult to resist and I wanted to try out some dynamic rope, caribiners and belay devices. Sally took some persuading because she really wanted a relaxing morning, but I insisted on rushing up the hill and rigging a climb for her:
Everything worked, and Sally also got to prove that her new Saloman hiking boots were actually quite good on rock (though hardly rock boots).
Having got that out of my system we headed to Beddgelert for some lunch. Parking was cheap (free) because the machine was out of order - note the bilingual notice:
Oooo, Ham, egg and chips (fat fries) in the sun:
We walked off lunch by visiting an outdoor clothing store and then doing a small circular walk around the village:
We therefore arrived back at the campground fairly early - time to do some maintenance.
Firstly I bought a small folding luggage trolley to allow me to drag our grey tank when taking it to be emptied:
I had also bought some replacement elastic cord to repair the camping table - the elastic had broken a couple of years ago when I stupidly threw the table out of the camper:
Finally we rounded the day off by walking to the lake at the end of the farm:
I caught the grandfather on his way back into the farm house in order to pay for the camping (he was the oldest of about 4 generations living off the farm). Sadly he was wearing a black tie and explained that he had just had to bury a childhood friend - who had all his life cycled the same route through the village, but recently, and unknown to him, the local council had placed a chain across the bollards he sped through those 80 or more years.
Today it was supposed to be raining, but fortunately the weather seemed to have forgotten. We did have a longer lay in bed though - we were a bit achy and the virus was taking its toll.
The plan for today was to drive to the nearest village and enjoy a nice lunch. However, I spotted that the farmer had a nice rock face just above the campground - this was difficult to resist and I wanted to try out some dynamic rope, caribiners and belay devices. Sally took some persuading because she really wanted a relaxing morning, but I insisted on rushing up the hill and rigging a climb for her:
Everything worked, and Sally also got to prove that her new Saloman hiking boots were actually quite good on rock (though hardly rock boots).
Having got that out of my system we headed to Beddgelert for some lunch. Parking was cheap (free) because the machine was out of order - note the bilingual notice:
Oooo, Ham, egg and chips (fat fries) in the sun:
We walked off lunch by visiting an outdoor clothing store and then doing a small circular walk around the village:
We therefore arrived back at the campground fairly early - time to do some maintenance.
Firstly I bought a small folding luggage trolley to allow me to drag our grey tank when taking it to be emptied:
I had also bought some replacement elastic cord to repair the camping table - the elastic had broken a couple of years ago when I stupidly threw the table out of the camper:
Finally we rounded the day off by walking to the lake at the end of the farm:
I caught the grandfather on his way back into the farm house in order to pay for the camping (he was the oldest of about 4 generations living off the farm). Sadly he was wearing a black tie and explained that he had just had to bury a childhood friend - who had all his life cycled the same route through the village, but recently, and unknown to him, the local council had placed a chain across the bollards he sped through those 80 or more years.
