Oh dear, what did I say yesterday about nothing going wrong? That lasagna, in the oven a good hour before we were all due to sit down for the meal and found to my horror that although the outside was cooked, the inside was only lukewarm! Something was very amiss with the oven, and it was on the highest oven setting! So help came from Sheila, her oven was quickly fired into life and dinner was delayed by at least 30 minutes. Everyone said how much they enjoyed it....well they had to I suppose. Ian's garlic bread went down a storm, that cooked okay on the very top shelf. Shame the lasagna would only fit on the middle rack! Maybe that was the trouble, though!
First thing this morning and how bizarre that both brothers, 9 years apart but looking almost like twins, had the same idea on what to wear.
After a very lazy morning nattering and drinking coffee, after lunch we set off toward the small village of Pennal, which we could see from the camp site and was about a mile away. As I said yesterday, this is a lovely site, but it is sorely lacking in any sort of directions on how to get to places. Consequently, after several false starts, we eventually found the farmer to ask directions. "Down the track and through the first two gates, over the style to the road, turn left and immediately right up a track" was his instructions.
Off we toddled with a jaunt in our steps, down through the gates (almost impossible to open), over that stile (so rickety one of the posts wasn't even touching the ground and a helping hand was required to stop you from toppling head first onto the ground below) to the road (no pavement so taking ones life in one's hand in case a car came tearing around the bend) and managed to get to the track.
Well, that blooming track....up and up and up it went. Every turn on the track we thought we had reached the top but no, Up and up and up we continued until it suddenly dawned on us that we were heading away from Pannal and not towards it!
Half an hour of climbing with legs screaming "no more", we gave up and headed back.
So we never did reach Pennal, goodness knows where this farmer thought we wanted to go, or was it the Welsh having a joke on us Brits? Anyway, back to camp, where we all collapsed and treated ourselves to a well-earned drink.
Maybe we will try again tomorrow, but this time, find a different route.
And wildlife,
3 comments:
Ah, 'there's lovely' as the Welsh would say, nothing like a long trek to be rewarded afterwards with a nice drink to help you relax!
The pic of the golden beetle looks unreal, so shiney.
Ann Makemson xx
I find maps to be useful in such situations!!
So do I Alf, but apart from a map on the phone, which was more than useless, not one of us had an ordinance survey map!
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