Its always a pleasure to go to Wales . Memories of childhood holidays in Anglesea and Tenby remain clear and precious and any chance I get , I head west across the border , driving through the utterly glorious mountains of Snowdonia National Park.
My brother Dave used to go fishing to a spot near Abersoch , in north west Wales. Its a beautiful spot , hidden from the tourist trail, looking out onto an expansive bay . He loved it so much around there , that he brought a little house in a village called Aberdaron …just up the road from his ‘favourite place ‘ . He never got to enjoy getting to know the house as his illness took him away far too soon. When he died , we had a bench put up on a small area of ground overlooking the bay and each year I make the trip , armed with a bottle of wine and flowers , to sit with him and watch the tides together for a while .
When mom passed away in 2016 , it seemed right to put her plaque next to Dave’s . Now it’s the three of us watching the eb and flow of the sea as I sit and offer a toast to them both . ‘ Just a spot’ mom would say when offered her favourite New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc . And so that’s what we do …. just a spot on our very special bench .
I took the trip this year on crisp , Autumn day . The drive never fails to take my breath away . People talk about the golden colours in places like New England but this , to me , is just as good . Better , I think , because it feels more like home. There is so much beauty on our doorstep – sometimes we miss it in search of far away destinations . Its rare, too, to be able to say that driving is a pleasure these days but on the winding , empty roads through a stunning backdrop like this, it really is a joy .
‘Just a Spot ‘ mom and Dave . See you next year ….I’ll bring the wine and we’ll chat for a while .