My blog is becoming a little like a travelogue, but that's no bad thing. Now our boys are growing a little bigger (and far too quickly) they love an adventure away and we're at that place where you can chuck a few things in the car and take off, stretch the occasional bedtime until dusk and eat whatever takes your fancy.
So with the forecast looking stunning for this past weekend we packed our tents and went west to Wales, to the north coast of the lovely Lleyn Peninsula, the very top bit that sticks out like a finger into the Irish Sea, backed by the mountains of Snowdonia.
Quiet paths led us to stunning beaches, past golden gorse and emerald fields, all set against the bluest horizon and a glittering sea. This footpath led from the campsite to their private beach and we sat here for a couple of hours with it all to ourselves, watching the gannets and oyster catchers and three fat seals bobbing in the bay.
We had such a wonderful two days. The sun never went in, the breeze was gentle and I think we've found ourselves a little bit of heaven.