Llangollen in photographs
9th February 2017
One of the best things about having a car is being able to go on weekend adventures to places that aren’t accessible by public transport.
I got my car in October last year but we haven’t been out and about that much in it because of the weather and because, of course, I was still getting to grips with driving.
But now the weather is starting to pick up (bring on Spring!) and I’m feeling more confident about driving, we’re ready to go exploring!
Last weekend Tyrone and I decided to go to Llangollen in Wales for a day out. We’ve both been to Llangollen many times before but it was still something new because we were driving from Liverpool rather than Shropshire.
We parked down by the river side and headed over to the train station. It’s an old fashioned train station with steam trains that you can go for a short trip on, but the station wasn’t open the day we went there.
But we were still able to pop on the platform to take some pictures.
We then walked into the town centre via the famous bridge. We were pleased to see that the town has so many independent retailers that seem to be thriving. I was, however, gutted to discover that a shop I really liked when I was younger (they sold dream catchers and inscents if I remember) has closed down.
Funny story! When we were walking along the river Tyrone spotted a castle-like structure on one of the hills. He decided it wouldn’t take too long to walk to and Google maps convinced us it would only take 30 minutes.
What Google maps failed to tell us was how steep the climb to that hill was. We probably didn’t even make it half way and we were both struggling to catch our breath, and our legs were killing us. We then turned around and saw a woman who must have been about 70 years old just walking up the hill like it was no problem at all. She even overtook us. At this point we decided to head back down into the town and have our lunch.
We couldn’t find a picnic bench that was dry (have you ever heard of a more British problem?!) so we headed back to the car. I suggested that we could drive to the Pontcysyllte Aqueduct to have our lunch because it wasn’t too far away from Llangollen. You may remember that I went there with my parents last year (the post is here).
Unfortunately, the majority of the aqueduct was closed off because they’re currently working on it, so we could only go part of the way across.
So all in all it was a bit of a disastrous day. The train station was closed so no pictures of fancy steam trains, we got half way up a mountain before we almost died and the aqueduct was closed. Oh and Tyrone got attacked by a branch when he was getting back in the car. I helped and the thorns were so sharp they cut me.
But we enjoyed ourselves and it got us out of the house for a few hours. Oh and I conquered my fear of driving in Wales where the speed cameras are relentless.
Here’s to more adventures this year!
Apologies about these photos. I haven’t done any landscape photography in months so I’m a little out of practice. Plus the light in the valleys was odd.