So this weekend we visited a small Caravan Club CL called Plas Lligwy near to Moelfre, Anglesey. Set on a farm, on high ground above the Lligwy Bay, some half a mile in distance, the site was quiet, secluded and comfortable.
On arrival we were met by our friends Bertie and his long-suffering wife M’Julie. Bertie had arrived in his mammoth motorhome a few hours before us. This van is fitted to the standard of a Kwik Fit servicing centre. If he doesn’t have it, they probably don’t make it, he has boxes for boxes! In the short space of their arrival at Plas Lligwy, Bertola had already assumed the role of camp commandant/alpha male and changed the parking layout on the site, that had previously served countless generations of happy caravanners! Given time he would have surely moved onto gene selection and world domination. Anyway, the owner came up to speak to Bertola and decided that in this case, he would leave well alone. The reign of Cap’n Bertie was here to stay.
That evening we dined on thai curry and suicidal amounts of red wine. Bertie also topped me up with G & T’s which plays havoc with the old waterworks……it was a long night, full of stories and laughter, thanks to Berties G&T my bladder was shaped like a football at the end of it! Interestingly our Mutt ingratiated himself fully into the Bertie Family and M’Julie has kindly agreed to provide “Respite Care” for Muttley when he feels he needs a break from the Motorhomedreamer family. They don’t want a dog though!
Next morning at 0715hrs, from my observation point behind our blacked out windows, we spotted Bertola, strolling around the camp in his West Ham shirt looking for a fight….No takers, so he retired to his deckchair and spent an hour flicking through Motorhome Monthly, whilst keeping half an eye on his territory like a protective silverback. No sign of M’Julie until 1005hrs! She was probably ironing or some other domestic task!
We spent the day on a “Route March” around the bay of Lligwy and Moelfre, the area is visually very pleasing, the coastal path is well defined. An enjoyable area to stroll.
This part of the island has lots of historical points of interest, including the site of the sinking of the ship “Royal Charter” in 1859 in which over 450 lives were lost. The ship was only some 30 yards from the shore. Pretty horrendous story.
The walk took us through the coastal village of Moelfre, which has a nice feel to the place, lots of white washed cottages, with the dominant feature being the active RNLI Lifeboat House, which is open to the public and the nearby RNLI Museum. Outside the museum is a stunning statue to a local man and hero Dic Evans who for many years was the lifeboat Cox’n; well worth a visit.
During the afternoon, the older members of the party snuck off to their respective vans for a “Pensioners”, meanwhile Bertie patrolled the stalag luft like a well drilled guard and sorted his umpteen boxes of LED lights into alphabetical order and colour sequence.
Tea!! BBQ…whoop whoop, always enjoy a BBQ and just for a change, white wine(followed by red). Finally hit my sack at 0200hr. One incident of note, The Mutt managed to get hold of the BBQ Spatula and ensured he had a really good chew of the food flavoured item before reluctantly handing it back(Bertie wasn’t bothered, he had 100’s in another “spares” box in his van!!!).
Sleeping Bag Update: The other half is now complaining that the “Dreamcatcher 2000 (-25c)” is to hot and do I have any solutions! Yes I reply…switch off the portable radiator, remove your flannelette jim-jams and give me back my sleeping bag. But of course that would mean I would suffer, surely she wouldn’t want that?
Next Day…Bertie on Patrol 0822hrs……No sign of M’Julie till 1017hrs(probably more domestic work).
At 1200hrs the other 4 caravan units families gathered together to wave a fond farewell to Reichsmarshall Bertola and his good lady. The king is dead, long live good king Al….My rule is more benign and we will park in straight clearly defined rows, dogs can be on leads, we will voluntarily cease all partying at 2230 prompt! There will be no football shirts before 0900hrs and not on match days.
Overall a brilliant weekend with great friends. The only down side is the lack of what M’Julie calls “Facilities” and the strong north easterly wind that seem to be a constant presence. Would we go to this area again, definitely, but probably locate ourselves on the lower ground at a beach camp site.