Has it really been twelve years?

This weekend is my first proper holiday in a very long time. I think the last holiday I went on was to Tenerife, and provided some of the inspiration to parts of some of my books. But that was before I was even at University; 1996 seems for some reason to be a year that springs to mind.

We’re only going to north Wales, but as Zoë has never been to Wales at all, it’s all new to her. At least we don’t have to go through the pain of baggage reclamation and the like because we’re driving out there. We’re even taking our accomodation with us hitched to the car’s towbar in the form of a caravan, so it isn’t like the living arrangements out there are subject to being disappointing.

I have to say, I am looking forward to it. It’s only five days, but it will be nice to be away with Zoë for the first time in a situation that can be called a holiday. There’s plenty to go and see out there. We picked a site by Caernarfon because it was easy walking distance to the town, the Welsh Highland Railway, the castle, and was a short drive from Llanberis, Snowdon, the Ffestiniog railway and Portmeirion.

Hopefully the weather will be nice, though September can be changeable. However the rest of the Summer this year has been very little to go by, so it can’t exactly get much worse. Fingers crossed it’s good.