Rodney is enjoying listening to British traffic reports on the radio, especially when we are stationery in Eileen and perhaps looking out at a beautiful view in a remote part of this busy little country. But having said that, we’ll no doubt get caught out badly, somewhere on our travels….. Our first morning in Betws-y-Coed
On Saturday we woke up to horrible, drizzly weather and a horrible shower block full of daddy-long-legs. Let’s get out of here! The drizzle eased a bit, but the whole of Anglesey seemed to be covered in a thick mist. Rodney commented that there would be nothing to write about because we couldn’t see anything.
The sky was chucking the rain down on Thursday morning, so after getting nearly as wet running to the bathroom as we did standing in the shower, we warmed up with a big cooked breakfast. Then, just to surprise us as we drove through Criccieth late in the morning, the sun came out and the
All night the rain fell and the wind kept buffeting Eileen; it was a mighty quick dash to the bathroom in the morning! We turned right out of the campsite, intending to park by the sand dunes and take a stroll over the sand to the sea. But sitting in the car-park, with the rain
On Monday 16th, after a big breakfast, we walked down the road from Woodlands Campsite to the Devils Bridge. It is the strangest bridge I’ve ever seen, in fact it’s not just one bridge, it is actually three bridges, one built on top of the other over the Mynach Gorge. The bottom one
With the promise of the only dry and potentially sunny day for the next seven days, we bunged a load of clothes in the washing machine and spent the morning waiting for it to dry. How exciting life can be on the road…. After lunch we drove Eileen down to Newquay as we didn’t
Mid-morning, on Friday the thirteenth (I refuse to be superstitious), we parked Eileen at Whitesands Beach and walked out to the craggy tip of St David’s Head. It was a shorter walk than the previous day, but equally scenic. Standing out on the farthest point, looking out across the ocean towards Ireland, certainly
Our day started in proper retirement mode; a slow breakfast, a bit of newspaper reading (3 days old) and no urgency to our day. We watched as caravans, motorhomes and tents packed up and left, leaving us all alone at our end of field number three. But with the rain holding off, and not really
From Tenby, or should I say Dinbych-y-Pysgod, we headed west through Skrinkle Haven (what a great name) to Manorbier where we pulled up on a hill above the beach. Parked directly in front of us was a small van and to add a bit of sparkle to my day, a man hopped out, stripped naked
I wanted one more look at Rhossili beach and to show Rodney the classic side view of Worms Head before we left the Gower Peninsula, so after checking out of the campsite, we drove across to Broughton Burrow just north west of Llangennith. We traipsed up the highest sand dune and marvelled at the wonderful
Heather, harebells, blackberries, butterflies and two dead sheep all made for an interesting walk along the edge of the Gower Peninsula. We were in search of the Worms Head, a big one, the one at the end of Rhossili Beach. To start the walk we needed to get down to Port Eynon Beach and then
We started this trip in April and then suddenly we’ve looked up and it’s September. The days are getting shorter and we can actually say we will be back in Sydney next month. But before then we have 57 days to visit Wales, Cornwall, prepare Eileen for another winter in East Grinstead and then spend
When we arrived at Caroline and Steve’s in Horsham on Monday afternoon, their previous visitors were still there, so the eight of us sat in the sunshine having lunch in the garden. Before they left, young Jamie set Skype up on Caroline’s laptop which then put Caroline into a crazy new world. She skyped us