My home from home

I’m currently writing this from our caravan in LLanbedrog on the LLyn Peninsula in North Wales. The caravan is actually my dads, but we’re here so often, I feel as at home here as I do in my end terrace in Manchester.

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It’s 9.30 in the morning, the sounds of the girls playing on the park are drifting over on the breeze and the sky is completely clear and startlingly blue. Mr C is watching The Wright Stuff, a programme that reminds me as much of our time here as the sand we bring home in our wellies, being that this is the only place he has time to watch it.

I’ve promised the girls we’ll go to the beach as soon as I’ve done this and made the obligatory picnic. Ginger beer and boiled eggs have been requested today. I think someone has been reading The Famous Five!

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The beach we’re going to today is the nearest to our site and, bent double with deck chairs, wind-breaker, picnic, towels and everything else needed for a day at the beach with the kids, we normally walk. The beach is rough and tumble, strewn with seaweed, with a trickling stream running through the woods leading down to the sea. Come rain or shine, the stream is always full of children in their undies building dams and fishing for tiddlers (that Famous Five vibe is catching).

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A row of brightly coloured beach huts line the base of the cliff that shelters the beach, many a time we’ve been caught out by the Llyn Peninsula micro climate and found ourselves running for cover under the awnings of the little huts. If you’ve ever been here, you’ll know what I mean, not even the weather forecasters know what’s happening on the LLyn.

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The village of Llanbedrog and the walk down to the beach is the picturesque prelude to the beach itself and in the hot sun, the huge leafy canopy that covers the road provides welcome shade. the walk is accompanied by the sound of the bubbling stream of course and exudes calmness and serenity.

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Down at the beach itself, there’s no hustle for a good spot as every spot is equally good but in the summer months the areas near the beach bar fill up the quickest. When I say beach bar, it does serve alcohol and is on the beach, but after seven years of giving this place a chance, it fails miserably on every occasion. The service is shocking, the prices are over-inflated – being the only place to eat – and the quality is, in our opinion, well below average. Last time we ate there I ordered a chicken and avocado baguette. I got slimy processed chicken with a thin slick of that store bought guacamole dip that comes in a jar. It is the only place selling ice-cream though, so if you have kids in tow you’re not going to able to avoid it altogether, but you’ve had fair warning.

I love this village so much, I wish I wasn’t already married so I could tie the knot in St. Pedrogs, followed by a reception at The Oriel Plas Glyn Y Weddw. I’ve even found the Anne of Green Gables-esque house I’m going to live in in my retirement. It’s not up for sale, nor does it look within our budget, but I’m not going to let little details like that stop me dreaming. Cue Rob’s eye roll. (I’m also moving to Madrid, I’m not sure which plan he’s most sold on).

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So this is LLanbedrog and the tiniest snapshot of the beauty of the Llyn Peninsula. Why on earth am I only just sharing it now?

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3 Comments

  1. June 7, 2016 / 8:00 pm

    This sounds and looks beautiful. It’s great to have somewhere to go on holiday that feels like home. #twinklytuesday xx

  2. June 7, 2016 / 8:32 pm

    Well I’ve never been to the Llyn Peninsula but I want to go now! #TwinklyTuesday

    • theredundantmum
      June 7, 2016 / 8:58 pm

      If you ever do, i will happily point out all the best places. Thanks for reading.

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