Waxing our snowbird wings and getting ready to catch the train early next week we decided to head back into Wales. The recent deluge put paid to our initial plans of heading back to Lyndon Top so we turned west on the A55 and headed for Ynys Mons and Holyhead.
Loverly trip up along the A55 including a stop for lunch near Conwy. As we headed into Holyhead Kate threw a wobbly and took us around the backstreets. Trust me it wasn’t fun, steep narrow roads and manic drivers are not a great combination at the best of times but in a 9m Trundlebus that doesn’t bend in the middle is even more interesting.
We eventually found our overnight spot, a bit of waste ground at the top of Beach Road (53.3174160, -4.6422340), and settled in watching the ferries arrive and depart. Beach Road has a 5 tonne weight limit on it for parking. Water is available from the Sailing Club, just ask before you help yourself.
Monday morning arrived and so did the sunshine, what a difference a day makes. We drove through Holyhead and found why the town centre is all but dead. Out of Town shopping centres strike again. Ah well. We pulled in and did some shopping and refuelled before heading down to Harlech (52.8592686, -4.1120956). Parking is courtesy of the community Leisure Centre and costs £8 for the night or £2 for day parking. Sadly there are no services but you can make use of the facilities in the centre, ask at reception when you go and pay your fees.
Harlech is an amazing little town with some wonderful hidden gems. The castle is well worth the wander around as is Ffordd Pen Llech, the steepest road in the world. Boy is it steep, we walked down it rather than attempt the ascent. With a gradient of almost 40% the photographs just don’t do it any justice.
After a very peaceful night we decided to head back to the Rugby Club in Aberystwyth. We needed the loo emptying and our water supply replenishing so it made sense. Turns out it was a good idea as I discovered our battery bank wasn’t performing properly. A couple of the post connectors had broken and needed replacing.
The drive down the coast road was er interesting!!. We have decided that the general standard of driving in Wales is appalling, even worse than Belgium and that’s saying something. The professional drivers are courteous and respectful as always but car drivers have little or no patience and over inflated ideas of their own importance.
Wednesday arrived and we headed for Cardigan for a wander around and shopping. We had intended to head for Fishguard but discovered the harbour area was flooded so decided not to bother, so we turned inland to Carmarthen before deciding to head for our sleep spot in Builth Wells, a nice lay-by opposite the show ground. Only problem was the roads into town were all closed, we passed 3 road closed signs and couldn’t find a way in. We later discovered, after talking to a fellow traveller, that Builth Wells was affected by flood water and the A470 especially. No wonder we couldn’t get there.
After a stop in a lay-by in the middle of nowhere and the night drawing in we decided to head for Leominster and Broad Street Carpark (52.2302504, -2.7380268). It’s a long stay carpark that is well used by commercial drivers, so we knew that there would be plenty of room for a Trundlebus, we tucked ourselves up next to them for the night. It’s a pay and display carpark and costs the princely sum of £2.50 for 24 hours. I know bargain.
Thursday morning and we had a brief wander around Leominster, not a great deal to report other than there are lots of antique centres and charity shops. It’s different.
We decided that we were going to head back into Wales and chose a carpark near Pontycysyllte Aqueduct (52.9748603, -3.0803635). However upon arrival we decided that it just didn’t feel right. Looked more like the sort of place you would need to walk around with a baseball bat and a Rottweiler strapped to your arm, no disrespect to the locals, it just felt a bit rough and run down and not at all suitable for a sensitive Trundlebus to spend the night. After a quick check we decided to return to Hawarden for the night, at least there we knew it would be quiet.
Friday was a shortish trip to Leek to catch up with friends over the weekend before heading south to catch the train and look for some winter sun.
As for Wales, well it’s been a revelation and we can’t wait to get back and explore further.
Diolch i Gymru, byddwn yn ôl