We've just returned from a lovely weekend in north Wales, in the foothills of Snowdonia. This is beautiful country, and one of our favourite places. We went with our friends, the Roe family: Steve, Teresa, Lizzie, and Alice.
Mr J watched the birds and played with the Roes' dogs, miniature schnauzers Max and Dylan. He lost a flip-flop in the sea at Tywyn but this was a mere blip and he didn't mind going barefoot for the rest of the trip. He and Coo enjoyed playing chess [her version of the game; he was very patient] and skipping rocks in the Clywedog reservoir.
Coo read with her buddy Lizzie, built fairy castles on the rocky beach at Clarach Bay, sat on the beach, and played hide-and-seek with a set of plastic fairies.
Coo read with her buddy Lizzie, built fairy castles on the rocky beach at Clarach Bay, sat on the beach, and played hide-and-seek with a set of plastic fairies.
Together, we explored rock pools, a cave, and a reservoir... played in the river... skipped stones... climbed a steep hill. Lefty brought home a spider-infested sheep's skull to take pride of place as the centrepiece of his "Natural History Museum", and Righty found a rock shaped like a dagger.
It's refreshing to spend a few days with good friends in relative peace, surrounded by these green hills. North Wales is stunningly beautiful.
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