Caernafon and visitors
We had cream teas on the boat and then....Doug, Joe and Tilly arrived! Bubbly and catch-ups and a wander around Caernarfon, the castle is amazing.
On Thursday more friends and another son! Ben and Hazel Shaw who live in West Kirby, drove over for coffee, walk, beer and lunch. It's so good to catch up with our family and friends.
Ben, Hazel and Chris were at medical school together, which is why Ben and Chris are holding hands?!
Owen had managed to rearrange his course and his colleagues to facilitate a long weekend off and we picked him up from Chester station at 10pm. Almost a full set, only our daughter-in-law, Penny, was missing, thank you Penny for sparing your husband for a few days.
The sons had committed to accompanying us on our final ascent in our protracted 'three peak challenge' possibly the slowest recorded. The forecast wasn't great for walking so we took them out to Llanddwyn Island, eager for them to have a sail/fish/ taste of our adventure. By the time we arrived at Pilot Bay we'd caught about six mackerel, Joe reeling them in quicker than we could cope with. I caught one, Doug lost one, and then bizarrely, Owen and I were trying to untangle a birds-nest knot in our line without letting on to the others how incompetent we were, and hooked two on one line. We threw several back and ended up with 13 for supper....they weren't big and they all got eaten. Tilly intrigued, put her head into the fish bucket and gently lifted one out, then dropped it on deck, it was still wriggling.
We had such a great time, our lads are such good company, we giggled a lot.
Setting off to lay the prawn net...no prawns unless they'd been eaten by the crabs, lots of those!
Llanddwyn Island, beautiful mystical home of magic eels....
We climbed Snowdon on Saturday, forecast was for 90% chance of cloud free summits in Snowdonia, I think that's a very non-specific term, possibly misleading! We got up early, 6.30, and drove out to Rhyd Ddu, and had a really lovely walk up, hardly anyone around. The lads made us feel very old with their effortless stroll, whilst chatting and chuckling, Chris and I followed, gasping and not chatting, or chuckling! We arrived at the top in an impressive two hours, along with hundreds of other walkers/commuters, definitely the busiest of the three peaks, but we did it. Couldn't see a thing at the top, Chris joked about them putting frosted glass in the windows of the cafe, that's what it looked like, sadly, when we got outside it was just the same.
On Sunday, the lads, and Tilly left at about 11am, dropping Owen at Chester station en-route, all we're left with is the mess, and an awful lot of dog hair, Tilly was in full moult, I like it, having dog hair in your breakfast cereal/toothbrush/bed means that it wasn't all just a lovely dream.
Miss you old dog x