A grand day out

Well, today we set off to avoid any crowds that might be hurtling along the roads and made our way into the countryside around here, Minera Mountain, Horseshoe Pass, Llangollen outskirts, World's End and Glyn Ceriog, not necessarily in that order, you understand.

Keith is anxious to get into the holiday spirit and was determined to try out our little camping grill to make sure it still works. Given his head, he would have cooked a full meal out there in the wilds, but I managed to persuade him that, as the weather forecast was not the best, it might be better to revise his grandiose schemes, so he settled with bringing the wherewithall to make a cup of tea for us when we stopped. This happened to be between Glyn Ceriog and Llangollen,up  in the hills with only half a dozen sheep for company and freezing cold to boot, so I was quite pleased when the kettle had finally boiled and we were able to fight off the imminent signs of frostbite with a mug of tea. (Exaggeration? Only slight.)

Anyway, Keith was happy and Dad was happy a little later on when we arrived at Glyndyfrdwy to see a steam train chugging its way to Carrog on the Llangollen line. 

He was even happier when we pursued it to Carrog and he was able to talk to the engine driver, who promised him a ride on the footplate next time he visits.