Llandudno

You can't have a weekend (or even a day) at the seaside without fish and chips, can you? Well, I can't, at least. It's not sophisticated or fine dining, but no one can deny it's fun. So in the evening we headed to Llandudno in search of a chip shop, then sat by the sea while a brass band played further along the promenade.

Llandudno faces north, nestled between two headlands, the Little Orme (pictured here) and the Great Orme (home to the famous goats who roamed the streets during the first covid lockdown).

 

This isn't a place which developed organically over time but a purpose-built resort built in the mid-nineteenth century.Grand hotels line the promenade along the beach, and the palms and other salt-tolerant plants give it a Mediterranean air (says someone who's never been to the Mediterranean). 

Perhaps it was just the weather, but in comparison to my memories of former visits, everywhere seemed bright and gleaming in the evening sunshine.

The town's associated with Lewis Carroll and Alice in Wonderland, and there's a trail around the town to be followed, although I only realised this after our visit. We just met the Mad Hatter.  

And, of course, like any self-respecting British seaside resort, Llandudno has a pier, and a small funfair . 

I'd thought we might walk out to the end of the pier but it had been a long day with a lot of walking and the distance just proved too much for me. Something to do another time ...

I hoped the day would end with the sun dramatically sinking below the pier but instead it sank from sight hidden by the Great Orme.