Why do we love beaches? What is our fascination with these sandy stretches of water and are they really the paradises we make them out to be in our mind.
From mainland Wales, you can take the Menai Suspension Bridge to the Isle of Anglesey. Wales, like the rest of Europe, was blistering under a heat wave, and Angesley was field after field of crispy yellow stalks. It’s a lot like Lincolnshire or Norfolk with the cliched gently rolling hills – the very picture of pleasant Jane Austen-esque countryside, except, for the blue mountains of Snowdonia which loomed over the landscape. The story for this week is set several millennia ago and involves the national boundaries of Anglesey.
A visit to the world renowned National Slate Museum in Llanberis, Wales. Possibly the most boring sounding museum in the world – but one that consistently gets 5 star reviews. Is it worth it?
Hunting Bigfoot around Mount Snowdon on the banks of Llyn Cwellyn. Did we get him?
Caernarfon castle: symbol of oppression turned tourists’ playground. Plus its where Princes are made. Click to read more.
The hem of North Wales’ rough gabardine is folded at the coast and seamed with three trailing stitches. The oily bitumen grey of the A55, the rust orange of the railway tracks, and the indistinct fawn of a walker’s path. Its garment is broached at the shoulder by the jewel of Snowdonia – the highest peak in the nation.
This week is a flashback to the time I climbed the highest mountain in England, Scarfell Pike, following the route from the Borrowdale Valley.
Venice, the land of light, water and adventure. A city that exists only by the grace of God. So I decided to visit before it became engulfed by the tides of climate change.