Despite being ill, we've had a full week of doing and seeing exciting things.
We went into Caernarfon and saw the castle. Weirdly, I've been here a few times over the years, but had completely forgotten what the town looked like. So, we went on one of these land trains called the Clickety Clacker! Very Touristy. The tour guide was as mad as a March hare and seemed to make up the Welsh and English history as we trundled along the little narrow streets. We found a really old tavern pub called the Black Buoy Inn, lots of low ceilings and large beams and a roaring coal fire in the corner. The food was amazing. We tried a local Welsh dish called the Lobscows (a beef stew to you and me), but it was delicious.
We stayed on a little caravan park in the middle of nowhere close to the Welsh Highland Railway tracks. The nearest stop was Waun Fawr, but across the road was this gorgeous little church. It was so cute, could image a congregation of about ten people here on a Sunday and the odd ghostly figure floating through the graveyard at midnight, right out of a Bronte novel!
I went for a walk behind the caravan park and found this little oasis of a running stream and fields of sheep with their newborn lambs... Aww - cute! We were lucky enough to see the little Welsh Highland Train pass under a bridge whilst we were out walking one day. Everything is just miniaturised and cute here in Snowdonia.
We then had a disaster on Good Friday. The Campsite we were meant to be going to had only booked up a soft ground pitch and told us WE had made the mistake with our booking.
Furious I stormed off (I've been pulled out by a tractor before now and have no intention of going through that again!) because I know I always ask for a hard-standing pitch when I book. Imagine two ill bunnies driving around Snowdonia, late afternoon on Good Friday, with nowhere to stay and wanting nothing more than to crash in the van for a few hours.
It all turned out for the best as we worked our way from Pwllheli to Criccieth and still no room at the Parks, we came across a lovely little site near Porthmadog, where I'd had my hen weekend in Borth Y Gest.
The sun came out to boot, and we had a cracking afternoon. We even got to go to the very first Indian restaurant I ever went to as a child! I told the taxi driver to take me to the Indian Passageway - he burst out laughing and said, "You mean the Passage to India!" Oops!
We stayed the whole weekend in one of my all time favourite places in the whole wide world (lots of childhood holiday memories here) - Porthmadog.
As you can see it has a beautiful port, stunning golden sandy beaches and dunes and a brilliant steam railway. We were joined for the weekend with Lauren, so we decided to have a trip up to Blaenau Ffestiniog, on Florence or Linda even!
There were actually two engines pulling the carriages
as the little railway was very busy and seemed to be carrying more coaches than
usual. As you can see, another glorious day to be out sightseeing. I don't
think it was quite sunbathing on the beach. I had to explain to Del that the Welsh believe in the
little people and so have many fairy and gnome doors to houses to let in good
luck and let throw out evil spirits... I just made that up. I have no idea why
anyone would have a door that small! Just thought I had to take a picture,
maybe everyone is super tiny in Ffestiniog - Told you everything was in miniature
round here. 😊
Despite warnings of sticking ones heads out of moving trains, it seemed irresistible to all tourists carrying a camera to do so - me included!
We have moved on to Harlech and further south Wales and hopefully the normal
Tuesday reporting will resume for next week.
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