Our weekend adventure started on Thursday with a drive over to Harlech, a place we’d been meaning to explore for ages. The main attraction? The magnificent Harlech Castle, which has been sitting there for over 700 years just waiting for us to finally show up.
And let me tell you — it did not disappoint. The views were incredible, the history was fascinating, and we had an absolute blast exploring every nook and cranny (and pretending to defend it from invisible invaders, obviously). We even did a video in a previous post, so go check that out if you fancy a virtual tour. Trust me — if you’ve not been, add it to your list. It’s a must-see!
The Weather Had Other Plans 🌧️
Originally, we were meant to head to Shell Island for their annual end-of-season Halloween and Bonfire Party. Unfortunately, Mother Nature decided to be dramatic — rain, wind, and general chaos — so the event was cancelled.
Taking the hint (and not being keen on camping in a puddle), we pointed the car inland and ended up in Carrog, a lovely little village about eight miles from Llangollen. We stayed at The Station Campsite, which, as the name suggests, sits right across from a quaint little railway station. Thankfully, not many trains run from there — just enough to give it charm without giving us sleepless nights!
Climbing Hills and Claiming Thrones 🏰
Feeling adventurous, we took a walk up to Owain’s Mount, the very spot where Owain Glyndŵr and his 300 followers declared him (or maybe he declared himself) the Prince of Wales. That bold move kicked off a six-year war against English rule.
The hill was a “hill on a hill” kind of situation. Naturally, when we reached the top, we followed tradition and proclaimed ourselves royalty. After all, if it’s good enough for Owain, it’s good enough for us! 👑
Royal Feasts at The Grouse Inn 🍷
After all that royal business, we decided to dine like kings and queens at the local pub, The Grouse Inn. We booked a table for twelve (yes, we travel in style and numbers), and every single dish that came out looked incredible.
Between us, we managed to cover nearly half the menu, and there wasn’t a single bad choice. I went for the Lamb Stew, and honestly — if I could have licked the bowl without judgment, I would have. It was that good.
All in all, it was one of those weekends where the plans changed, the weather misbehaved, but everything turned out even better than expected. Castles, countryside, history, laughter, and lamb stew — what more could you ask for?
That’s all for this post, and now winter is setting in we are not sure how many more trips out in the van we will manage, but we’ll try our best to get out and explore whenever we can.
See you all soon
Kiera & Tony
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