After a dreary trip up the A49 and onto the A5 we arrived on Anglesey to conquer Holyhead Mountain, this is number 47 on the list and comes in at 220m. Much excitement as we pitched the tent and managed to keep dry, frankly the weather forecast was shocking.
Holyhead mountain isn't hard to spot on the island, as it rises from sea level it has a prominence, the hardest thing about climbing this hill was going to be finding an opening to do it in the dry.
As frequently noted it was soothing listening to the rain hammering down on the tent from the middle of the night to the point in the morning when our bladders could hold out no more. There was to be no campsite breakfast this morning so the mission was to find somewhere that would cook us brekkie on the island, we'd failed at finding an open chip shop the night before much to our annoyance.
Luckily for us Holyhead has a truckstop, happy days indeed. Breakfast was a hearty affair and the people watching was superb, which was lucky as it was still titting down.
A tour of the island was in order which included a field full and I mean full of curlews. Anglesey gets my seal of approval (apart from the chipshop situation).
www.rktruckstops.co.uk/locations/road-king-holyhead/
The afternoon arrived and so did dry weather, off we set to Holyhead Mountain.
We curled our way up the mountain from the rear of it and observed a family clambering over the rocks to the top, round the side serious rock climbers were ascending the vertical rock face. Holyhead Mountain may not be a mountain in terms of height however it is surprisingly hard going, as we climbed higher the wind got stronger and our path started to feel more like a ladder or at least a steep rocky staircase. It's always annoying watching dogs bounce up to the top of the hill like its the easiest thing in the world when you actually feel like dying.
On reaching the top we admired the view and the trig point and immediately turned round for the descent, that's how windy it was.
This descent is not for those who fear heights or steep drops, it was a good feeling to be on slightly more level ground and out of the wind, the next challenge was to find a chip shop open on a Sunday, we found one but despite positive outward appearances the fish and chips did not cut the mustard. Back to the tent for a nice glass of wine and watching the light disappear, no rain tonight.
Our visit to Anglesey was rounded off by a desperate hunt for a certain person's phone (not mine). More care will be taken when packing the tent away in future I feel.
Holyhead mountain isn't hard to spot on the island, as it rises from sea level it has a prominence, the hardest thing about climbing this hill was going to be finding an opening to do it in the dry.
As frequently noted it was soothing listening to the rain hammering down on the tent from the middle of the night to the point in the morning when our bladders could hold out no more. There was to be no campsite breakfast this morning so the mission was to find somewhere that would cook us brekkie on the island, we'd failed at finding an open chip shop the night before much to our annoyance.
Luckily for us Holyhead has a truckstop, happy days indeed. Breakfast was a hearty affair and the people watching was superb, which was lucky as it was still titting down.
A tour of the island was in order which included a field full and I mean full of curlews. Anglesey gets my seal of approval (apart from the chipshop situation).
www.rktruckstops.co.uk/locations/road-king-holyhead/
We curled our way up the mountain from the rear of it and observed a family clambering over the rocks to the top, round the side serious rock climbers were ascending the vertical rock face. Holyhead Mountain may not be a mountain in terms of height however it is surprisingly hard going, as we climbed higher the wind got stronger and our path started to feel more like a ladder or at least a steep rocky staircase. It's always annoying watching dogs bounce up to the top of the hill like its the easiest thing in the world when you actually feel like dying.
On reaching the top we admired the view and the trig point and immediately turned round for the descent, that's how windy it was.
This descent is not for those who fear heights or steep drops, it was a good feeling to be on slightly more level ground and out of the wind, the next challenge was to find a chip shop open on a Sunday, we found one but despite positive outward appearances the fish and chips did not cut the mustard. Back to the tent for a nice glass of wine and watching the light disappear, no rain tonight.
Our visit to Anglesey was rounded off by a desperate hunt for a certain person's phone (not mine). More care will be taken when packing the tent away in future I feel.
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