Newborough Beach

In the October Week, we had a trip to Anglesey with the Lodges to celebrate John's 70th birthday (with a little bit of my 50th thrown in for good measure). We stayed at Glan Morfa, a wee group of holiday cottages run by pals of Kate & Mick's. Also present was Matty the dog, in what would turn out to be the last time the kiddies ever saw him before he died.

Day one, and we headed to the local beach at Newborough. The weather was incredible for October, but in any weather this would be a spectacular spot. It's a big curved bay with a dune system covered with conifers, and views across what I guess is the mouth of the Menai Strait to Snowdonia. At one end of the beach there's a rocky wee peninsula called Ynys Llanddwyn, you can walk right out to the point. So we did.

Back at Glan Morfa, one of the attractions on the premises is a small lake with a rowing boat. John Lodge, throwing caution to the wind and working on the premise that it's easier to get forgiveness than permission, took us out for a wee circuit of the lake. A cracking start to the week.