The king sized bed was very comfy and breakfast the best yet. Jen bakes the bread and makes jam as well. And the wifi worked very well, the photos moved from iphone to icloud to ipad and I could add them to this blog at last.
Today is August bank holiday Monday, which marks the end of summer here. Anne wanted to see the town of Fishguard, a port, and also Pentre Ifan, a megalithic burial chamber about 20km from Fishguard. We walked around Fishguard, and down to the port. It was quiet, since this town does not attract holiday makers. We still had to pay to park the car for a couple of hours. It’s one thing I really dislike about the UK; you have to pay for parking everywhere, even in quite remote places.
Walking back from the port to the town above, we encountered an interesting older man, plucking wild sloe berries next to the coastal path. One of the joys of travel is the random conversation. We spoke about families, travel, education, vegetation etc. for a few minutes, then parted.
Then it was time to head for Pentre Ifan. Theresa hadn’t heard of it, but Google maps knew about it, so I paired the phone with the car to let Google tell us how to get there. Anne named her Michelle, after the former FLOTUS. Michelle ended up taking us the long way back to Haverfordwest, and eventually we went “across country” on minor roads in Google maps that turned out to be excellent. Roads here are very good. We have seen no roads under repair at all so far.
Then we had to head north to Llanberis, location of the Snowdon Mountain Railway where I had booked a room in the Padarn Hotel. The idea is to take the train ride to the top on Tuesday, since it’s not supposed to rain. It turned out that you cannot book online for August any more, so I called the ticket office to be told I’d need to be on hold for a long, long time. So here we are, and I need to go to the ticket office first thing Tuesday to see what is available.
The drive was very scenic, through attractive villages, but we couldn’t really stop anywhere to take photos. North of Aberystwyth the road became narrower, but still quite busy. It became spectacular as we drove through the national park on narrow winding roads, over a pass, along rivers and lakes. Theresa seemed to know the way, but had been confused going through Aberystwyth and we had to ignore her for a while while we found our own way to the correct road out. Finally we arrived at the Padarn Hotel in Llanberis.
I was going to catch up and add photos but, as usual, after we finished dinner it was 5am and I just couldn’t stay awake.