The little headland was absolutely full of rabbits - big ones, baby ones, groups and individuals just mooching about and nibbling on the grass, though when they saw us they ran off in all directions. Now if there's a collective term for a group of rabbits I had no idea what it is so I invented one right then - a 'scattering', because that's exactly what they did. Thank goodness Sophie and Poppie were on the lead, they would have had a field day otherwise.
Back at the van I sorted out some breakfast then packed away all the smaller camping items, leaving the rest of the stuff for later, and by 9am I was on the road heading to Parys mountain - I hadn't managed to get there earlier in the holiday and in such good weather the photo opportunities were far too good to miss. Leaving the van in the car park I set off on the main path to the left, working my way round and up the mountain until I got to the old windmill at the top.
The inside of the windmill was accessible on two levels although when I'd been in there two years ago there was nothing there, however the 'ground floor' level now had clear plastic window panes, a timber floor and ceiling and information boards in frames round the walls - it looked like someone was finally making a feature out of the old building.
From the windmill I worked my way gradually round the mountain; with many paths to choose from I could have spent hours exploring them all but mindful that I had to go home sometime that day I kept to the ones I'd taken on my previous visit as I knew where they would lead to. Eventually I came to the freshwater lake and the path from there led me past the old precipitation ponds; a short walk down the hill from there took me back to the car park, and of all the time I'd been walking round I hadn't seen another person - I'd had the mountain completely to myself.
I was back at the camp site for 11.30 and after a much-needed chilled can of Coke I set about packing up the rest of my stuff. By 1pm everything was done and after a quick scout round the pitch for any stray tent pegs I was ready to hit the road. It was a good journey back with sunshine all the way and no delays and I was home for 3.30pm - in spite of a couple of dodgy days weather-wise it had been a good holiday, and as I downloaded my photos later on I was already making plans for my next visit to Anglesey.
