I woke that morning to a grey sky and drizzly rain, a complete contrast to the lovely afternoon and evening of the previous day. It hadn't cleared up by lunchtime so as photography was out of the question and I knew there was a camping shop on the main road just south of Caernarfon I decided to drive over to the mainland and go in search of a new tent.
As I drove along the A487 about halfway between Caernarfon and where the camping shop was I saw something which made me think I was seeing things - in a field on my right was a flock of pink sheep. With traffic behind me and nowhere convenient to stop I had to carry on driving but this was something I just had to check out on the way back. Unfortunately the visit to the camping shop was a waste of time; some time since my last visit it had changed hands from an independent shop to a branch of Millets and the only tents they had were too big and too expensive, so I came away with my bank card still in my pocket.
Back up the road I slowed down as I got near the field where I'd seen the sheep and yes, they were definitely pink. Now I know that most sheep are marked with splodges of dye for whatever reason but these creatures were sporting more than just splodges - about 75% of each one was a deep pink, making the green field look like a large multi-coloured rug. It was a shame I couldn't stop to get a photo as it really was quite an odd sight to see.
Driving back into Caernarfon I decided on the spur of the moment to call at the golf club to see my cousin David, only to find out that he was having a couple of days off and wouldn't be back at work until Thursday. It was still raining so with nowhere else to go I headed back for Anglesey, stopping off at the Morrisons supermarket on the way out of Caernarfon. I was feeling a bit peckish by then so once I'd got the supplies I needed I went in the cafe, and as I no longer have coffee and cake (I gave up eating cake over a month ago) I ordered a proper meal of omelette, mushrooms and beans and a latte coffee.
Now there were only two customers in the cafe when I got there and though another half a dozen people came in afterwards it wasn't exactly busy, but my meal seemed to be taking a long time to arrive. After half an hour, and seeing those who had arrived after me being served with their orders, I went to the counter to query it and found that somehow it had been completely forgotten. The woman I spoke to was very apologetic, said she would do it straight away and would also give me a refund of the cost. The cynic in me thought "Yeah, right, I'll believe that when I see it" but true to her word she gave me the money back when she brought the meal and also told me to help myself to another coffee for free. To be honest, after all that the meal was nothing special - it all tasted rather bland, possibly because it had been done quickly in a microwave, but it satisfied the hunger and meant that I didn't need to bother making anything myself when I got back to base.
Back on Anglesey the drizzly rain finally stopped and with some sunshine breaking through the clouds it turned into quite a warm and pleasant evening. The pre-bedtime dog walk was undertaken just before the daylight faded then the three of us settled in for the night, with fingers and paws crossed that the following day would be nice enough to go exploring somewhere.
- 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