Sunday: Camping

The view from the campsite


The day arrived! After loads of preparation on my part (packing and un-packing and re-packing and list writing etc) and relatively little on Pete's part (packing and laughing at me for writing lists), we actually got away.
We went to Llangollen which, for those who don't know it, is a small, highly touristy town by the River Dee in North Wales. Mum and Dad had very kindly offered to give us a lift down there to save us the hassle of trying to take all our stuff on the train.
We got there around 11.30am, found a campsite and then while we waited for the campsite owner to turn up, we fed the ducks for a bit. The farmer when he turned up was a little taciturn and odd, and we decided to pay night by night in case of bad weather.
After setting up the tent, which got some amused comments about 'that'll never stand up in the wind' and 'it looks like it's just landed!' from my mum, my parents left us to it and went home.
Pete and I wandered back into Llangollen (about half a mile from the campsite), picked up some leaflets about stuff to do then went back to the tent.
We had hotdogs for tea, cooked on the little Trangia spirit stove that my brother had lent me. Then we played cards and looked at the view until it went dark, then played cards some more until it was time for bed.