A Week in North Wales (Part 1)

We had a fabulous week in North Wales in June. Due to his younger brother's  obsession with steam railways the OH spent many many holidays there when he was younger. Our family didn't go to Wales, possibly due to my grandmother's strong, and transmitted, prejudice against the Welsh as a nation. I've managed to rid myself of that, mainly due to having a Welsh brother-in-law these days! So although I have been a few times since I got married, I don't know the country so very well. 

As it happened the Gaskell Society Conference this year was being held in Caernarfon, so we booked a cottage nearby. We asked the OH's younger brother if he would like to join us and he was keen to be there all week. However between booking and arriving he had started a new job where they weren't keen for him to disappear for a week so he came for the Monday to the Friday and actually this suited us very well because those were the days of the conference which meant that the OH wouldn't need to mooch abut on his own while I was away being interleckshual. 

In the event I caught Covid some time between going to Prague and departing for Wales and I had to miss the first night of the Conference. This was no huge loss as its just registration, dinner and a general talk from a local person about literary connections in the area. No doubt I would have leaned something had I been there, but if I had to miss anything this was probably the one. 

So I was unexpectedly at the cottage on the Friday. It was lovely. 

Big garden ....

patio for coffee n warm days ....

updated interior, lots of light and space , very comfortable, lovely pictures, and lots of original feature which had bucket loads of charm. 

The only small fly in the ointment was a strange arrangement of shallow steps   in the living room and sunroom. Presumably these had been incorporated so that the construction of the sunroom complied with building regulations, The sad side effect was the number of times the OH fell down the step in the living room having forgotten it was there and then banged his head on the doorframe into the sunroom because it was so low. 

But that'a  tiny niggle. (well he might see it as a somewhat larger niggle to be fair ) It was a beautiful cottage  and very well situated for the things we wanted to do (although that being said North Wales isn't a huge area, so probably anywhere in the brochure marked North Wales would have been similarly well placed. )

Upcoming posts warning - I took very very many photographs in Wales. Subsequent posts about it are likely to be picture heavy.