most know by now that the satdee run was cut short by pithin precipitation of exemplary proportions
...and in fact only 3 of us made it to Conway..
surprise surprise... soon as we arrived it stoped rainin, the force 9 abated and
a fekkkin shiny warming thing in the sky appeared
so we pulled into Conway castle car park to strip and dry off ..
treepithed had set like a piece of dried sculptors clay by then though... had to hit him with a shovel in the end to free him from bondage
even the tvat needed help ( but then again when does he not)
once treepithed was freed he revived the tvat from his exhaustion by
letting him suck on his tyre valve
followed by a fag...
a walk round the town, some nosh and time to move on... well we did but the tvat needed to head off home...
tried to get away without paying the parking fee... until the trained gull alerted the attendant...
next stop Caernarfon castle..
then up to llanberis... defined by it's pass..
it's slate museum and lake railway
from here it was a blast back to bala via the pass, beddgelert, ffestiniog and the B4391...oooohhh yes
more..more 
the following day was fine so we set out to do the complete planed mystery tour route
which took in Anglesey and the lleyn peninsula.
after a few stops at places i've now forgotten
but with less than 50 miles or so covered we decided that the place was not cut out for bikers...
double white lines and 40 limits throughout
so we headed back to
beaumaris before crossing the old bridge over the menai straits
once over the bridge and back on the mainland we headed off down the lleyn stopping first at morfa nefyn
... a place well known to the tvat as a family holiday retreat.
parked up for not long when some chap from Melton Mowbray on holiday with sprogs comes over to look at our bikes..
before long sprogs were every where...
they tried the bluetit first...well… the brave one did
yeh i know son... fekkin orible aint tit... you wana sit on mine don't yer eh
within seconds of the offer the entire family wanted in on the act
and yes... blond, green top... a cracker
hey ho.. onwards to the end of the peninsula and aberdaron
twas very windy...so which way should he be facing...
from aberdaron to portmadog to trawsfynydd the A4212...(Oh yes sir again)... back to bala
the following morn we set of for the moorland and wetland to the north of bala but to the east of Snowdonia...
wow... calendar shot stuff
all the B roads we could find before arriving at the ponderosa on top of the horse shoe pass
down into Llangollen
by which time treepithe had had enough and was wanting to sell his tit...
nope.. they wouldn't have it..
so it was off home fer him
back to bala for me... and the following morning over to Stockton and the ride-well the following weekend.
regards
aj
to get all in 
but much better than some.
