Where to start. My Easter Weekend has been filled with hysterical laughter, barbecues, bonfires, jack Russell's, dog poo, private beaches, sun burn, chocolate, cheese, wine, cider, bacon sandwiches and traffic jams.
Me and three friends (Fowler, Hallas and Robson) decided to stay in the back end of nowhere in Anglesey, just outside of a little town called Beaumaris. The place we stayed, The Beach House, could only be described as a little piece of wooden heaven and when we arrived, we promptly started screaming at the sight of not just the lodge but at our own private beach complete with a rustic barbecue. We could not believe our luck and the fact that we had managed to find this remote, idyllic lodge down the dusty track from the main road.
I have to start with the shopping trip to Morrisons. We arrived completely over excited and combined with the need for chocolate (it was Easter), magazines (to read on the beach) and meat for the BBQ, we ended up spending £120 in the space of about 20 minutes. But we were going to be house bound for the next 3 days, relaxing and getting away from the hustle and bustle of everyday life and indeed the traffic which had caused some misery on the journey down. We did however run out of wine and cider on the first night so we did have to go back to Waitrose and spend a further £30 along with a special purchase of smoked cheese to celebrate the end of lent for me. (Giving up cheese was SO much harder than I first thought.)
I also have to mention the amount of chocolate that was consumed by Miss Hallas BEFORE the end of lent even though she had given this up. Did she break the rules of lent even though she specified on the first day what she was and wasn't allowed to eat? Answers on a postcard please!
The first day was fab. We had great weather and we sat out at the fire until late and chatted and drank a lot.
The second day- the Saturday was rather different. It was cloudy, overcast and just a bit miserable. But undeterred, we ventured out in the car for a little drive and came across different beaches and headed to the town of Beaumaris. The pier was packed with kids crab fishing and we couldn't get over the abundance of dogs (I'll go into further details of the dogs a little later). We collected fire wood for the fire that evening and headed home after a little trip to the souvenir/joke shop :-)
Tonight was the night that Fowler was going to be attempting to cook her first (and probably last) sit down dinner. The Jamie Oliver book had stated that we were going to have Cypriot Chicken (chicken breast stuffed with herbs and feta cheese) with asparagus and vine roasted tomatoes. Fowler's own twist was to add roast potatoes. It worked so well, apart from the scary moment where we discovered the chicken was a little frozen when it came out the fridge but this was easily fixed. Fowler ended up with 4 scraped plates and a wealth of compliments. Will she cook again?? Answers on a postcard again!
The evening was the best out of all three. As we had no BBQ, we sat around the fire wrapped in blankets, sleeping bags, drinking cider and looking at the stars which were amazing. So...onto the dog story. When we first arrived, we were surprised when we discovered three dogs casually roaming around out rustic BBQ area. A small jack Russell and two black labs. On discovering the dogs, Hallas jumped up and ran into the lodge, terrified by this little, yappy thing. Now, Hallas has a dog but doesn't like dogs because she doesn't know if they are going to attack her or not. I'm not a massive Jack Russell fan myself but he was so excitable and so cute that I just wanted to take him home! We found out later that his name was Derek!! Amazing name for a dog.
So, Saturday night, was probably also the funniest. I don't think I've ever laughed so much in all my 25 years. Fowler had bought a fake dog poo from the joke shop earlier in the day to place in the kitchen to scare Hallas. It didn't work as the first time she walked straight past it and the second time, Derek actually ran off with it in his mouth! One minute it was there and the next minute, we were looking for a fake dog poo with a torch in the garden trying not to let on to Hallas. It definitely was a 'you had to be there moment' but it was without a doubt the funniest moment ever.
Sunday, it was hot. And I mean hot. We spent all day from 10am to 5pm in the garden. As we had our own private beach, it got a bit fresh at times so the majority of the time we had our sleeping bags covering us over. Despite caking the sun cream on every ten minutes on my face, I still emerged (as Fowler puts so nicely) like a burns victim.
Monday, we packed up and were very reluctant to leave. It was peaceful, idyllic and only had each other, the dogs and the sound of sheep to keep us company and we were well and truly rested. To be honest, I couldn't do a whole week there. It's lovely, but by the end I was ready for a bit of hustle and bustle. Robson drove us back and we took the scenic route which was lovely. Although there was an incident with a family of ducks which we will take to our graves so don't get asking because it still haunts me :-(
Monday night when I got back, all I wanted was a shower, some food and to sleep. Dan accompanied me and we had an amazing pizza hut takeaway and watched a good film.
All in all, an amazing weekend. It has to be done again soon and I know the rest of them will agree. Oh and one last thing. The name of the post, Angus Lee? Hallas couldn't pronounce Anglesey so Angus Lee was the next best thing. Enough said! xx
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