My previous Bank Holiday experience, and the Easter Weekend before it, were I think somewhat woeful. I was on
my 1,000-mile cycling/camping trip
and I learned, in the first day, that I had set off on the wrong day.
It was Good Friday and the first leg of my trip took me from Anglesey,
along the A5, to Betws-y-Coed. Being a hot weekend, likely the hottest
of the year so far, tourists/walkers were out in force, parking wherever
they could along that road that runs through the welsh mountains. One
carpark for walkers I turned into, to refill my water bottle at the
Cafe’s WC there, was heaving, vehicles coming and going, or at least
attempting to since there were just too many of them for the space
available. I’m glad I was only after water; the queue at the café was
long and seemingly lined with people craving ice cream. [
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