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Just back from a fab week up in North Wales, where the mountains meet the sea. I'd forgotten how much I love it up there. We stayed in "a picturesque unspoilt fishing village", and it actually was. No chippies or trashy shops or any shops at all in fact. So quiet, and with stunning views across the estuary to Snowdonia. It was one of those holidays when you come home thinking you might like to move there forever. Mountains in one direction, beaches in the other. Loved it.
There was rain at times and clouds hanging low over the land, but we got out and did it all anyway. We tackled a little of Snowdon (the highest mountain in Wales) although we only made it halfway, partly because of the rain and partly because of the smaller legs. We cooked sausages up there and channelled Bear Grylls at every opportunity.
I met the lovely Annie which was an absolute pleasure. So good to talk to someone about blogging, no-one round here knows I have a blog as far as I know.
We did a really hard walk on the last day. Not a long one, but quite arduous and scrambly. The littlest boy was an absolute star. He wore a red band round his head and marched on up front until his legs wore out. We were all tired by the end of it.
The biggest boy got to see red kites and ospreys, which made him happy. The middle boy got to survive in the wild. And the littlest boy had some time at the beach. Their best activity was going down to the sea in the evening, just a minute away from the house, and skimming the lovely flat slate pebbles and scrambling over the rocks.
All in all a top week. It's back to reality now though, it'll take me a couple of days to settle back in. In the meantime I shall be googling houses to buy in North Wales.