Another First
Easter weekend was approaching, later this year, so potentially warmer than previous year. Also the winter had been milder so this was helping with the increased temperatures. This time last year there was still a significant amount of snow on the ground. We decided to camp. It seemed the right thing to do, even though I somehow have managed to get to my 50's without ever camping in a tent. My family had a static caravan when I was a child but that didn't count. However, with two dogs, it seemed the most appropriate accommodation as we had previously stayed in dog friendly hotels, spending the night trying to keep them quiet every time someone passed by outside our room. So the decision was made. We set off on our trip to a beautiful spot at the foot of the moel y gest mountain near Porthmadog in North Wales.
It was challenging to fit everything into the boot of a Mini Countryman, two dogs on the rear seat and maximum use of boot space like jigsaw. I am not a woman who travels light and could be accused of "Glamping". But we did managed to cram it all in and set off on our new adventure.
After a three hour journey we arrived at our destination. We were bathed in the rays of the warm sun as we set up our tent, working as a team, staked the dogs out and then cooked an outdoor feast. As it was Good Friday, fish and Mussels in white wine, cooked on the camping stove and barbecue were the order of the day. I was proud of my efforts, relaxed and happy. Thinking things just don't get better than this. Even the dogs were content to be tied to a stake and lay in the warm sunshine, just happy to be outside and in our company.
Evening approached and we walked the dogs to the village, watching the sunset on the beach at Black Rock Sands before settling down for the night as darkness fell. The site was basic, so no electric hook ups or mod cons of that nature! Torchlight, but also no form of heating. It soon became apparent
