It's been half term. We've got a new tent, so we went camping. We got to Wales late on Friday night as the sun was going down, and it looked like the start of a lovely long weekend by the seaside.
The next day we went out early for me to do Penrhyn parkrun (you start and finish through arches in the castle walls, very cool), and we had fun exploring both Penrhyn and Caernarfon castles.
And then we went back to the campsite. I'd say we went back to the tent, but we didn't really, because one of the poles had snapped in the stiff winds and it was just a soggy pile really. So we grumbled a lot, packed up and headed home.
After a lovely day out at Malham on Sunday as compensation, we decided we could squeeze another weekend camping, this time more sheltered and closer to home up by Bolton Abbey. It was sunny and fun, good views and well behaved neighbours at the campsite with Thomas kind of riding his pedal bike for the first time and Marisca flying a kite for the first time. And we were close enough to walk down to Bolton abbey and do the stepping stones and the welly walk. No high winds, only one rain shower, and the tent and family survived.