On Friday evening, finished work a bit earlier and headed over to Euston to get the train up to Bangor in Gwynedd, Wales. We arrived there around half nine and got picked up by Si and Suze and drove across onto the island Anglesey and to Marin-glas, where Suze's folks have their permanent caravan set up. Once unpacked, we organised some dinner and cracked open a few beers, before planning the rest of the weekend's itinerary.

On Saturday, since the weather wasn't great, we used it for some Welsh sightseeing. Starting off, we made our way over to the town of Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllll-antysiliogogogoch which is best known for its name, the longest place name in Europe and one of the longest place names in the world. We also took a walk around some of the towns and visiting some old churches and buildings around the island. That afternoon we took a drive down to Newborough beach on the south of the island and a long walk on the beach to the lighthouse and back. Saturday night involved a braai, and a couple of beers too.

Since the weather was much the Sunday it made a good opportunity to climb Snowdon. It is the highest mountain in Wales and is located in the Snowdonia National Park. We left the park quite early and arrived at Snowdon around 10am before making our way up. The walk up was fairly easy, mainly walking and a bit of scrambling in some places. We opted for the Pyg track on our way up, and the Miners track for the route down. It took us a couple of hours to reach the summit, which is at 1,085 metres above sea level, and in terms of 'absolute height' it is the same as Table Mountain in SA.

We were fairly lucky with the weather, and had some great views from the top, where we also had lunch. The decent was again a fairly easy walk with some scrambling involved, but got back down to the car in about a couple of hours. To celebrate our climb, we stopped off in one of the villages on the way back home for a quick pint in the sun, before heading back and firing up the braai and cracking open the Fosters.

Yesterday was a bit of an easy going day - just a walk down to the local beach nearby and a chilled walk along the waters edge. The great thing about Wales is that is has proper sandy beaches, where you can actually walk along, unlike some of the beaches along England's southcoast. Except Wales isn't blessed with great weather, even though we were fairly lucky this weekend. Our train back to London was late afternoon, and since the others were driving back to Manchester after lunch, we grabbed some food in Bangor, had a nap in some park, then got the train back. A really good outdoors weekend, and that's one of the three peaks ticked off the list!