In relation to our long weekend in Llandudno, if you hoped that one blogpost - including three images - was all that you were going to get, then you are sorely mistaken. As Oliver Twist said, "More please!"
The Great Orme headland rises steeply above the town. To get up there you have a few options to pick from. Famously, you can ride in a Victorian tramcar and that is what we chose to do. Transport buff Andrew from Melbourne would no doubt have been wetting himself with excitement.
Close to the triangulation pillar at the very summit, we met a retired lone traveller from Brisbane, Australia. She had never seen a trig point before and I had to give her a rudimentary explanation before she handed me her smartphone to snap her souvenir picture.
Within sight of the summit I was keen to locate Lletty'r Filiast which is an ancient burial place that dates back in time some 5,000 years. Translated into modern English, the Welsh name means Lair of the Greyhound Bitch. However, I guess that when it was first constructed the site had no name. The great stones would have concealed the deceased and then earth would have formed a mound over the structure.
With some difficulty, we found the ancient "cromlech". Two donkeys were grazing nearby and one of them was drawn to my whistling. He brayed loudly at the sky before staring suspiciously at the intruder in his field...
Lletty'r Filiast
On Sunday morning, we paid a voluntary toll of £5.60 to drive Clint round The Great Orme's five mile long perimeter road - Marine Drive. Fortunately, it's one way traffic only but in any case we hardly saw any other vehicles. As well as detouring up to St Tudno's church, I also spotted the old Great Orme's Head lighthouse building. Nowadays it offers B&B accommodation with spectacular views over The Irish Sea...
On Monday morning, I woke early and decided to stroll round the corner from our accommodation to the hospice where John Gray works. On the off-chance of success, I thought I would just see if his trusty vehicle Bluebell was in the car park but - as on Saturday night - it wasn't there. However, I thought that blog visitors might like to see the hospice itself - situated on a quiet back street in the lee of The Great Orme...
Finally, here's a sunset picture taken from West Shore - where we were staying - as our orb sinks yet again behind The Isle of Anglesey, travelling forever westward...
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