Sunday June 1st 2014 - Back to Anglesey

A bright sunny morning at 7am saw me leaving home for my second camp on Anglesey, this time for the best part of ten days. The roads were very quiet so the driving was easy and very pleasant with blue sky and sunshine all the way; that was until I got as far as Conwy where, just like four weeks previously, some stupid weather god had drawn a line across the sky and coloured the part over Anglesey in a very depressing grey. However, spending well over a week on the island meant that I could afford to lose a day or two to cloud so I wasn't unduly bothered - knowing Anglesey as I do I was sure the sunshine wouldn't be far away.

When I finally arrived at the camp site there was no sign of the warden so using my 12-month barrier pass I drove straight through and headed for my usual small field. At first I didn't think I would get a space as the field was occupied by several tents and a camper van but I was in luck - right down at the bottom end was a fairly large vacant space with an unused hook-up point nearby. That would do for me so I parked the van, fished out the tent and set about building my home. By the time I'd got the tent securely pegged and everything set out inside it all the other occupants of the field, apart from the camper van, had packed up and gone, so unless a gang of fun-loving party-goers arrived (which was highly unlikely) it looked like I would have a nice quiet few days.

With the dogs taken for a walk round the site and my site fees paid at reception I returned to the tent and spent the rest of the day and evening relaxing with my latest book and watching a bit of tv. This holiday was, for once, intended to be more of a chill-out time, and though I would be out and about with the camera on some of the days a fair few of them would be spent doing absolutely nothing other than walking the dogs. And although normally I prefer to keep busy and doing nothing isn't really my thing, this time I was actually looking forward to it.