We finally had good weather, so this morning we took off to Ruthin in North Wales for breakfast. We went to an old café John used to take me to on Sundays – one of his biker haunts – we went camping up there when we first met, to a place called Bontucle. Gorgeous views up in the Welsh hills – or is it mountains? We decided they must be hountains, hybrids of the two. I really wanted to stay and to go hunt around the shops in the village, but we had to get back so I could get the current issue of Cloth Paper Scissors and Artful Blogger out in the mail. Anyway, here’s a couple of photos of the view from the road.