Bluetones

The fifteenth time I've seen them? New material sounds good.

To the hill fort!

We walked up a hill just behind our campsite - the one behind Yos in yesterday's picture - to see the iron age hill fort there. It was spectacular. It's called Tre'r Ceiri Hillfort.

Trefor, Llyn, Ed's birthday

To celebrate Ed’s birthday, we all went camping to Anglesey. The roster was as follows: Ed; Miriam; Thom; Patti; Ali; Sam; Ben P; Yos; Dunk; Laura; me; someone who wasn’t very friendly whose name escapes me; Owain the climber. Laura and I ran into Dunk in the big Tesco at Bangor, and we conspired on what food to pack. The weather was lovely, and we pitched the tent in the sunshine.

We cooked a barbecue on the beach, and then huddled around a fire made from driftwood as the night drew in.

Cool, still, calm.

We walked south along the clifftops, through woods and deep muddy puddles. We faced rain and then sunshine, high winds and then finally – at the top of the cliffs – calm. Cool, still, calm. We ate sandwiches and pork pie and kissed in the warm sunshine.

Cooking in the tent at Robin Hood's Bay

Bank Holiday traffic will strike, however early you chose to leave the house. The Easter weekend is especially bad for this, and the road to the coast doubly so. After a couple of hours and what felt like many miles of tailbacks, we eventually pulled into our campsite at Robin Hood’s Bay.

It was beautiful. Our green field gently sloped towards the south, and overlooked the village, beyond it the bay, and beyond still the cool North Sea. We put up Laura’s new tent, and pootled down to investigate the old village.

After exploring the snaking streets and winding pathways of the fishermen’s homes, we went home to cook. I’d sliced onions and chillies in advance, storing the chopped food in Tupperware. We sliced chorizo and made a tomato ragu to have with tortellini. Cooking in the tent was cosy and warm.