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Hi! I'm Eunice and I live in Bolton, Lancashire, with my two dogs Sophie and Sugar and an assortment of cats - well it used to be Sophie and Sugar, now it's Sophie and Poppie. I first began camping back in 1997 when my then partner took me to Anglesey for my birthday weekend. We slept in the back of the car - a hatchback - using the cushions off the settee at home as a mattress, and cooked and brewed up on a single burner camping stove. The site was good, the views were great, the weather fantastic and I was completely hooked. Following that weekend we got a two-man tent and some proper accessories and returned to Anglesey two weeks later, then over time we progressed to a three-man tent followed by an old trailer tent, then a new trailer tent, a campervan and finally a caravan. When my partner decided that the grass was greener on the other side of the street - literally - in April 2009 and I suddenly found myself alone after fifteen years, I decided there was no way I was going to give up camping and caravanning if I could cope on my own. This blog is the story of my travels, trials and tribulations since becoming a solo camper - I hope you like it

Tuesday June 3rd 2014 - Part 2 - Parys Mountain

Leaving Moelfre behind I headed north along the A5025 towards Amlwch, then a couple of miles before the town itself turned off onto the 'B' road which took me uphill to Parys Mountain. I'd driven past the mountain a few years previously and at the time I'd thought it looked like a rather huge blot on the country landscape, but as it was featured in the photography book my quest now was to find an old windmill on top of the mountain and photograph it according to the book. 

A rough-surfaced and rather pot-holed car park just off the road gave me somewhere to leave the van, and though I would have liked to take the dogs with me I didn't think it would be a good idea given that the terrain I would be exploring was very rough with many steep drops, so I left them with a couple of chew sticks each to keep them occupied while I was away.

From the car park a wide footpath went to both left and right and not knowing exactly whereabouts the windmill was I decided to take the left hand side and work my way round in a clockwise direction. The path narrowed after a while, winding up and round the mountain through a rough terrain of grass, rocks and loose stones, and as I climbed I was glad I was wearing my trainers - beach sandals on ground such as this just wouldn't do. Eventually the old windmill came into view and the path widened out again - another few minutes and I was at the highest point of the mountain. I was quite surprised to find that the inside of the windmill was accessible on two levels, and though there was nothing to see in there the view from outside it was good - I could see for miles across the Anglesey countryside, with the Snowdonia mountains in one direction and Point Lynas lighthouse in the distance in front of me.

Continuing in a clockwise direction I wound my way down the far side of the mountain; there were many paths going in various directions and all offering the chance to explore the mountain at length, but I didn't want to be away from the dogs for too long so I took what looked to be the most direct route back to the car park. As I got further down and round I came to the huge open cast area which reminded me of a strange lunar landscape, or maybe something from Lord Of The Rings - and it wouldn't have surprised me to see Doctor Who's Tardis landing somewhere nearby.

Further round from the open cast section I came across a large lake and several smaller lakes and ponds with hawthorn bushes and clumps of buttercups and other flowers dotted here and there. With much more greenery around the area it didn't look quite as desolate as the open cast section and it was hard to believe that all this was part way up a mountain.

With my final few photos taken I continued my downward route and eventually arrived back at the car park. The dogs were asleep in the back of the van but they soon woke up when I opened the door, and after a quick drink and a couple of circuits of the car park we set off back to the camp site, where I spent the rest of the day and evening relaxing with my book. Thinking back to my walk round Parys Mountain I had to admit that I was surprised and somewhat amazed by the area; far from being a blot on the countryside as I'd previously thought, in its own way and with the blue sky and sunshine it was strangely beautiful. I knew I hadn't explored as much of it as I could have done so that would be one place I would certainly go back to in the future.


  1. Strangely beautiful landscape. Great pics. You visit the most interesting areas w/ your dogs and caravan!

  2. It's a strange place and rather desolate round the far side away from the old windmill but the rich colours of the rocks and stones give it a beauty all of its own. I'll definitely go back another time and explore a bit more as I'm sure there'll be lots more photo opportunities.


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