I slept well in spite of the warbling woman singing next door to the hotel (an event which caused a certain amount of “Waltons” style inter-room conversation over whats-ap), we breakfasted & - always a bonus - the car started. To be fair it always starts when it’s cold or warm, but if it’s got hot the starter turns only slowly, so as a precaution I was firing it up early in case it needed a push.
<< Two extremes of touring
After refreshment we headed out into the wilds of Snowdonia, which involved the Llanberis Pass. It is very scenic, but it is also prime tourist fodder & we crept down the winding road at 10mph behind an enormous coach that was taking NO chances. Fortunately it turned off at the Snowdon mountain railway & we then had clear roads for a while.
>> Myself (bottom left) always the epitomy of sartorial elegance (thanks Duncan).
So eventually we turned inland & returned to Llangollen, where once again the car park was rammed full, but with just enough space for us to park up for the night. Some of the group went out in search of curry, the rest stayed in the hotel, but our illustrious leader was struck down with illness – would we be a complete group the following day?? (Always good to end on a cliff-hanger).