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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

Sunday July 16th 2017 - Part 1 - Aberffraw & Cable Bay

The previous evening's hopes for nice weather came to fruition and I woke to blue sky, fluffy white clouds and sunshine. The first place to visit later that morning was the big car boot sale over on the Anglesey show ground then from there I drove over to Aberffraw. I'd been there a few times but had never walked to the far end of the beach so this time I was going to do a circuit - down the lane from the car park, across the dunes, along the beach from the far end, along the riverside and back to the van.

A large relatively flat area of rough grassland lay between the lane and the dunes proper, and the grass itself was dotted with small areas of tightly-knit tiny pink flowers growing close to the ground; I don't know what they were but they were very pretty and worth a quick photo. It took quite a while to walk through the dunes; the first ridge was quite high and as I approached the second ridge I was looking forward to seeing the beach but I was destined to be disappointed. Instead of a beach I was met with another huge expanse of the dune system, looking rather like a strange green lunar landscape; I could hear the sea this time though so it couldn't be far away and sure enough, when I topped the final ridge I was rewarded with a great view along the beach.

Finally down on the sand I walked along at the water's edge with Poppie having the occasional paddle and Sophie running free, playing her own little game but never getting more than her paws wet. The tide was on its way in and the river, which was little more than a stream at low tide, was gradually filling up and widening out; Poppie decided to have a swim and was so eager to get in the water that she almost dragged me in with her, though Sophie chickened out as usual and found something interesting in the grass instead.

Back at the van the three of us had a drink then set off for the next port of call, Rhosneigr, though on the spur of the moment I decided to make a brief stop at Cable Bay. It had been a good few years since my last visit and though there was nothing there I knew I could get some nice shots so it was worth stopping for a while.

A short wander along part of the Anglesey Coastal Path above the bay got me a handful of shots then I returned to the van and set off for Rhosneigr. A post written last year on Ruth's blog had shown me something I hadn't previously known about, and as it had been quite a while since I'd last gone to Rhosneigr I was going to seek it out for myself.