Last week we holidayed all of 60 minutes away from home - on the edge of the Menai Straits.
Day one - from Is
Helen camp site, a stone’s throw from Caernarfon Castle, we cycled past
fields of glossy buttercups and verges fizzing with wild carrot to the windswept
beach at Dinas Dinlle, ate mango ice cream, climbed a hill fort, drank tea in
Caernarfon airport, watched tiny planes take people for an eagle's eye view of Snowdon. Back at the campsite we watched swallows swoop for insects, and the sun set over the blue isle of Anglesey.
Day two - my reward for
cycling to Rhyd Ddu via the Nantlle pass was a cream scone in our favourite tea
room and sublime views of Snowdon all the way, complete with ant people and a miniature
puffing train.
Day three – over the Menai Bridge to Llanddwyn Island.
‘Nothing wins hearts
like cheerfulness,’ according to Saint Dwynwen, the Welsh patron saint of
lovers. She lived as a hermit on the island (I wish).
Shelly coves, wild violas, pale blue squill, sea pinks, creaking terns,
it’s a special place.
‘Neither sickness nor sorrow will follow a man from
Llanddwyn.’ Dafydd ap Gwyllm, 1320 -70
Sixty minutes later, we’re back home, watering courgettes,
dead-heading purple pansies, smiling at the memory of crunchy sand, frothy
hedgerows, squealing swifts.
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