Staycations have prevailed this year, and although I am an advocate for UK adventuring, I can’t help but pine for sun kissed, Mediterranean meanders through a pretty white washed village.
Portmeirion did not disappoint. My lust fulfilled, we left behind the rural backdrop of Wales for an hour or two and became captivated into an Italian-esque, fantasy village.

Influenced by the Baroque movement, designer Sir Clough Williams-Ellis has manipulated this artificial village with sublime opulence.
It is beautifully constructed upon the landscape, with dramatic architecture accentuating the hillside that gazes down onto the River Dwyryd estuary.

Portmeirion succeeds at seducing you into this pursuit of perfectionism of macaroon coloured buildings embellished with romantic Renaissance art, stucco sculpturing and peeping arches that overlook the river.
You become part of the idealism, playing a role as you stroll along the cobble stoned paths, pretending you are Lucy Honeychurch in ‘A Room With a View’.

So, after a pleasant wander through the gardens, a ponder in the fountain square and an alfresco dine outside the gelato shop we were ready to head back to reality.










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Historic town Caernarfon boasts a grandiose status with its medieval castle overlooking the river Sieont. Whilst it’s town reveals a quaintness, intrinsically built around the relic walls and with it’s intimate streets that lead you to the harbour.

An array of pastel washed townhouses and brightly hued shops mellow the stern grey walls of the fortress.
It’s photo snapping tourists (including myself) and friendly cafe culture, leave no hint of the austere and intimidating medieval town that once stood.

After a curious cycle around the area, the lure of the colourful gelato shop enticed us in. And so we stood, in the shadows of Caernarfon Castle happily licking away our gelato’s!











After the long grey stretch of the motorway and the passing of the Severn bridge, the green lushness of the valleys and occasional sheep wondering the narrow road began to unfold as we neared the Snowdonia region, North Wales.     

With the sat nav gradually failing, our glamping destination was off the map. With no other option, we reverted to methods of the yesteryear- maps and signposts. 

Creeping up hills so steep in first gear and beeping our way around, we eventually arrived at Dina’s farm, with our bell tent nestled within a walled orchard. 

In true camper style, we set out to explore to area.  

Cruising along coastal roads, our first stop was charming coastal town, Barmouth. 

Stern Victorian houses stood tall on the cliffs, overlooking the Mawddach estuary and the charismatic town. Cheery pubs, irresistible antique shops and archaic architecture made a pleasant evening stroll along the rose tinted streets. 

With the smell of fresh fish and chips wafting the air, we settled for a fish restaurant with the sunset luring in the backdrop.