Good morning on this very dull but dry Bank Holiday Monday as the holiday season draws to a close. This summer has been the hottest and driest since 1976 and the garden is soaking up the rain that has fallen over the last two days.
Today would have been my late brother’s 71st birthday and I remember with fondness times spent visiting the small walled town of Conwy in North Wales where he and Mary spent their last years. The castle pictured above dominates the skyline of Conwy. Built by Edward 1 between 1283 and 1289 the castle is a fascinating place to visit.
The A55 tunnel now goes under the River Conwy estuary but as a child I remember Dad having the choice of driving through the small town of Conwy or driving over Conwy mountain through the Sychnant Pass to reach Bangor and the Isle of Anglesey, one of our favourite camping places.
It was on one of these camping expeditions on Anglesey that the British weather caused havoc. It was a wet summer but undaunted we pitched our two small ex-army tents. The following day was wet and very windy so Mum and Dad decided that a visit to Beaumaris Castle would keep their four offspring occupied for the day.
Returning to find that the sides of one tent had come adrift from their tent pegs a rescue mission began, we heard a shout and discovered Tony manfully holding up the tent – a pole had snapped! Travelling back to Cheshire the following day this went down in family tales as the shortest camping holiday ever!
We think of those who have been camping at Greenbelt over the last few days and pray that they have had a wonderful time of fellowship – despite the weather!
Blessings
Sandra
