things to do in North Wales

Fresh air and distraction at Lake Vyrnwy

Fresh air and distraction at Lake Vyrnwy

After a 6am conversation something along the lines of,

'Who will look after us when you're dead? Because that could happen quite soon. Now that you're old,'

Paul and I looked at each other and in our cheeriest voices said (well, as cheery as you can be when you've been woken up to the news of your impending demise),

'Everyone up, let's head out for the day'.

Bodnant in bloom

Bodnant in bloom

On Thursday, I checked the ten day forecast and saw nothing but dark clouds and rain ahead of us and no sign of the glorious days of twenty degrees and gin and tonics in the garden. What a wet way for spring to merge in to summer! But we don't really expect anything different in the UK, do we? That's why we take great pride in having a vast selection of umbrellas around our home, in our handbags and almost certainly in the boots of our cars (along with wellies and emergency raincoats). Or is that just me?

Time (for strawberry picking)

Time (for strawberry picking)

Time passes, seasons change and the boys grow older, taller and louder by the minute (and the decibel), but one thing seems to remain consistent ... their love of strawberry picking. Last year, we spent at least a couple of mornings a week, between June and August, at our local farm selecting the reddest and ripest of the plentiful crop. It's serious business when you're two and four and determined to have a punnet full better than your brother's (check out the levels of concentration and the sneaky looks at each other's haul in this post - Jam-tastic).