Last week my boyfriend and I went to Wales. We stopped in Leeds for a few days to help my sister move into her beautiful new house, then moved on to camp in Trearddur Bay, Anglesey.
My parents are Welsh. My Dad was born in Holyhead on Anglesey, and as children we used to visit the island fairly often.
It still feels familiar, although I hadn't been back there for years.
We arrived on Tuesday and parked our tent on a nice piece of grass not too far from the toilet block. We then set off to Holyhead to go to the supermarket to get some basics before coming back for a walk around the campsite until the sun set.
As you can see, the clifftop location of the campsite meant the views on our walk were spectacular.