Bren with unadorned hat. We went horse riding along a trail near a place called Penmachno.
And this is the horse I rode. He's called Phoenix, and he likes to trot, even when he's supposed to be walking.
The caravan.In disarray.
This is a car park on the road between Capel Curig and Beddgelert. The route is amazingly photogenic, and I just had to do a panorama here.
As luck would have it, my Mum and Dad were also on holiday nearby. We met them in Beaumaris. Mum started smelling things that nobody else could smell that evening. She's now undergoing tests. It's hard not to be worried.
We went for a tour around Beaumaris jail. It was fascinating. The door in the wall in the picture above led to a scaffold. Two people were hanged here, and one of them became the protagonist for the voiceover.
Bren at one end of the pier.
Bren at the other end of the pier.
Menai: A study in rust.
Bring me sunshine...
Thank you.
Bren with Iggle Piggle. Iggle Piggle is the one in the light blue top with red hair..
Synchronised swimmers.
Black Rock Sands. You can drive here legally and make you own Nazca lines.
The posts are there to stop unauthorised vehicular entry to the caravan park.
by people in Range Roves.
They look good in the light of the evening sun.
There's a chapter in Alan Weissmann's book, "The World Without Us" that is devoted to polymers. You can read it here. We live in a world contaminated by an ever increasing amount of indestructible crap. Black rock sands is no exception.
This last one is organic. It's not plastic.
Lambing season.
Just look at the wool on this sheep. It's gorgeous. Look at it. Look. At. It. Imagine yourself running your fingers through it.
This is the track northwards from Capel Curig. It was like the road to Rivendell.
driving lessons in Wallasey? learn to drive in Wirral? driving instructor in Birkenhead?
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