Camping in Wales

During the Easter holidays earlier this year, Jake and I decided to take a short break to Wales. Other than Australia the summer before, this was our first 'abroad' holiday. It was perfect. We had an amazing view with a lovely beach and amazing blue lagoon just a walk away. I really do miss waking up to the beautiful sunrise against the spectacular hills facing he campsite! 

We were there for three days and two nights which was just perfect -not too long but long enough to see everything. The first day was spent exploring what Wales had to offer. We went into the local village on a hunt for a camping shop as we didn't have the extension cord we needed for the electricity. On the way back, we found ourselves on the local beach. It was gorgeous. We could just make out our tent upon the hills facing us.

We were awoken early the next morning by the sunlight shining through and the sound of birds singing along. As we got out the tent, thinking it was just going to be an average cold day in England, we were pleasently surprised with an amazing view. The sun was rising beautifully right behind the hills looking down at us. It was breath-taking. 

The second day was spent driving around to see what we could find. We drove as far as we could one way before returning to the local village we had visited the day before. We were pointed in the right direction and soon found ourselves exploring through the hills in search for the blue lagoon. 

The remainder of the day was spent chilling at the campsite. We had got a bat and ball set from the local shops that occupied us for most of the afternoon. The sun soon came out and it got too warm to be playing games so we climbed as high up as we could and enjoyed the view until dusk. It was so peaceful up there. 

We woke up early again the next morning expecting another beautiful sunrise, however we were highly disappointed. We had planned to spend the whole day on the beach but instead of a great view, we were greeted by a sky full of mist and low clouds covering the hills that once looked over the campsite. Instead we decided to make an early start at our long journey home. Although cut short, this was still one of my favourite get-aways. It truly was perfect.

A week on the broads

While all my friends have been jet setting across the world,  my family decided to go for a traditional English get away. We spent a week on the Norfolk broads. It's definitely better than a trip to skeg-vegas but it's not quite the same as living it up in the sunshine. That said, I still had a great time, and that's all that counts, right?
The holiday definitely started with a bang! ...Within five minutes of sitting on the front of the boat, Osar decided to go for a swim. And by that I mean, he fell in trying to say hello to the family of ducks passing by. I was ready to jump in after him. My dad managed to grab hold of his colar and lift him up within minutes but as he lifted, the colar got loose and snapped off. We were in a blind panick ...'what if we couldn't get him?', 'what if the tide picks up and carries him away?!' I finally managed to grab onto the scruff of his neck and highered him up onto the boat. But as I got him, he got his paw caught on my bikini top and managed to pull it down, giving all the people passing more than they bargained for. 

We started off on the outskirts of norich and got as far as great yarmouth by the second day. It was Oscar's first time on the beach. Well, actually it was his first time out side of Nottingham too! He'd never been on holiday before! He seemed alright with the crowds of people we walked through to get to the seafront. He didn't even bark at any other dog! But as soon as we set foot on the grotty half of the beach, just for dogs, the wind picked up and we found ourselves in the middle of a sandstorm.

Oscar loves water. He'd been itching to get in the water since we got on the boat! But the sea was different. It was unknown. Oscar didn't understand the waves, and that scared him. He was jumping around and dancing all over the place to try and get away from the  water crashing into his feet. I admit, it was funny to watch but I think it all got a bit much for the dog so we sat in the sand, braving the sandstorm.

Although I wasn't abroad like all my other friends, I still managed to come home with a great tan. Well what do you expect when I spent every morning sunbathing while we travelled to the next destination and most evenings walking around in the sunshine or sat fishing off the front of the boat. It was bliss!