A resume of our trip round North Wales as we approached the crucial part of the day where we had key decisions to make;
-Stay in the campervan in a layby on the A55 or book a nice hotel with fluffy pillows
-Chance a Chinese takeaway in Bangor or just eat the rest of the chocolate stash from Bala
– Climb Mount Snowdon or find an excuse, any excuse to just have a coffee in the campervan and admire the view from Rhyd Du.
Dear reader, I ask you to guess our decisions.
The Cwellyn Arma at Rhyd Ddu troubled me. Can you really trust a place with three (3) “d” s in a row ?
And surely, surely I’d been here before when Mrs RM and co last conquered Snowdon from this very entry point.
Apparently not, though nearly 4 years on memories start to fade at my age.
The Cwellyn presumably gets busy in the summer, which in Gwynedd runs between July 28th and August 4th I believe.
We were the only custom this Thursday afternoon, outnumbered by the hand pumps (pic from their website so don’t blame me if there’s only four on and you’re disappointed).
Their sign says “Nine Real Ales Nine Days A Week” or summat, as if the first of those is a good thing, and I think you know by now it isn’t. The Welsh Pride was chilled (a note on the bar said “Bewared, our beers are chilled” and tasteless.
Whether the decorations are tasteful is a matter of your taste, I guess.
The only event of note was when I spotted the orange juicing machine and asked for a glass.
The barperson looked nervously at the contraption and said “It’s very expensive you know”. Whether she had me or Mrs RM logged as a penniless ner’do’well or couldn’t be bothered to press the button, I’ll never know, but given the price of a half and coke I probably dodged a financial bullet.
Anyway, here’s your view from the layby.