After 4 months of lockdown they have finally let us loose, but only within the UK. How will we cope out in this brave new World surrounded by masked strangers? We’re off to a cottage in Anglesey. Yes, I know it’s in Wales and yes I know it will be full of Welsh people. I just have to escape, to travel, to avoid this awful weather. At least if the weather is awful there we’ll be somewhere different and can explore.
So off we set after Wendy has dilly dallied getting ready. Always the case.
The Welsh tourist board have put on a special welcome for us. Once we cross the border into Wales there are two traffic jams within 5 minutes of crossing. For my American friends, you have to understand that Wales is a chauvinistic chicken shit little country within the UK with aspirations of independence and who spend a fortune on signs in their own language and, especially in North Wales. They seem to have a mutually shared resentment and antipathy towards the English, taking great delight in switching to Welsh whenever the English are around. In the past, we had Offas dyke to keep them at bay.

Ty Arthur, our new home for the next 4 days
Having said all that about the Welsh our first three encounters with the locals are very friendly and pleasant. Makes me forget we are in Wales.
Our cottage is lovely. Modern, fresh, warm, well decorated and equipped, spotlessly clean, and best of all only £60 a night. Ideal for the two of us. Sadly the water in the bathroom is non-existent.

Ancient bridge in Aberffraw
Soon get settled in and after the all-important afternoon cup of tea, we take a stroll around the village of Aberffraw and down the river. It’s alovely little village if somewhat dilapidated.
Settle in for yet another quiet evening with wine and intermittent Netflix. Finish off the last episode of the Vikings. What a great series.

The United Kingdom: ‘Liberate Scotland Now…Wales for the Welsh.’

Well, it seems this endless lockdown has given me too much time on my hands. Too much time to read the news (as my friend advises best avoided, as it only depresses you) and be depressed by all the woke, snowflakes, libtards, and the cancel culture. It seems we need to have a candle-lit vigil one night for the demise of common sense. I’ve 4 months’ worth of pent-up rants to emancipate so you’ll have to excuse the venom and quantity of rants that follow.

WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO COMMON SENSE? Why are we tolerating all this BLM claptrap? BLM is a radical neo-Marxist political movement. Protests about every trivial thing that descends into violence and helps spread Covid. I’ve no problem with peaceful, lawful, and covid compliant protests, but if they’re illegal or once violence erupts then whatever happened to water cannons and rubber bullets. Why are we tolerating these ludicrous violent protests? Defund the police, even kill the police. Tear down statues. Change names. It really is time for the sensible silent majority to stop this nonsense. Time for a “Geriatric Lives Matter” movement.

Holyhead Breakwater country park.
After our usual leisurely start to the day – breakfast, tea, coffee and too much news from around the World with Apple News (no dirty ink stained hands), we set off for a drive up to Holyhead.
RAF Valley is on the Island which explains the regular roar of fighter jets overhead. Somewhat comforting sight and sound to know that they’re trained and ready at a moments notice if needed.

Stacks lighthouse.
Have a stroll around the Breakwater Country Park. Very pleasant, then it’s off to the Stacks Light House. It’s closed due to covid but at least we can wander around the cliffs and take in the views. At £6 a pop – to knacker yourself climbing all those stairs – I don’t think this skinflint would have bothered anyway.
Call in at the first of many remains of Neolithic settlements. Wendy can hardly wait to visit more and there are many more. The whole Island is infested with them. I wonder how they coped without wifi?

An ancient ruin!
Afternoon tea followed by a walk down the river to the beach. NB: next time we go for a walk wear waterproof hiking boots.
Another pleasant evening in trying to watching you know what and sampling my Eagle Rare Bourbon – awesome, the Bourbon that is.
End to a sunny day.

Eagle Rare, perfect end to a perfect sunny day.




What next? People being punished for insulting Elfs?
After a year’s absence my old hero Pat Condell is back ranting:

Bryn Celli Du car park.
Set off to explore some of the burial chambers. Sadly Bjorn mounted on his horse was not in this one (Vikings Season 602). Start off with Bryn Celli Ddu.
Bryn Celli Ddu – the Mound in the Dark Grove – is probably the best-known prehistoric monument on Anglesey, and is one of the most evocative archaeological sites in Britain. Like other prehistoric tombs on Anglesey it was constructed to protect and pay respect to the remains of the ancestors.

Bryn Celli Du.
The Bryn Celli Ddu passage tomb consists of a long passage that leads to a polygonal stone chamber. Human bones, both burnt and unburnt, were found in the passage of the tomb. Other finds were few, but included quartz, two flint arrowheads, a stone bead, and limpet and mussel shells.

Back door to Bryn Celli Du.
Also visit Bodowyr Burial Chamber, but not quite so impressive.

Traeth Llandwyn beach.
Back home for afternoon tea and to battle with the wifi. It’s like being in a Neolithic village, no reliable wifi and a 200 yard to even get a 3G signal. How did they ever cope in those times?
Meanwhile, I wish the Welsh would learn how to spell and use a few vowels, with sensible, pronounceable letter combinations and just give up on everything being in Welsh. It’s the 21st century, your language is never going to be world-class and an essential requirement of career success. Teaching it in schools seems an assault on common sense.

Church in the sea at Porth Cwyfan.
Encounter a guy sunbathing, complete with a wet suit, speargun, barbecue, some Sea Bass and Scallops he’s caught. What a life.
The perfect end to a gorgeous sunny day.
Exercise restraint tonight, no alcohol. Made all the more difficult while trying to watch Netflix with Internet that’s slower than a three legged tortoise dragging along a piece of wet string. Abandon and resort to watching downloads on my iPad.
Already starting with Internet withdrawal symptoms. My fingers seem to have Saint Vitus Dance as they tap our queries on an imaginary keyboard and then my hand grasps for the non-existent mouse.

Here’s a classic Pat Condell from the past that is still so relevant.

Let’s look at Macrons pronouncements so far:
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1 AstraZeneca vaccine is ineffective.
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2 It’s ok but not for the geriatrics.
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3 It’s safe I’ll have a shot.
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4 It’s not safe for the under 60’s.
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5 Anyone who had the first shot of AstraZeneca will get a 2nd shot of a different vaccine. Hang on a minute that regime has not even been tested for safety. Is it a bit risky?
A cynical person might think that France and Europe are taking a chauvinistic view of the AstraZeneca vaccine – The British Vaccine – just envious. How dare we develop a successful vaccine and have a world-class rollout that puts them to shame.
Let’s look at some of the facts surrounding these blood clot risks:
Urgent message for Macron and the EU Kakistocracy – You have as much chance of being killed by a cow as dying from a blood clot caused by THE BRITISH VACCINE.

Din Lligwy.
Call in at Rhosneigr for a stroll around. It’s a really nice village a lot more up market than Aberrfraw where we’re staying, why they even have a Fat Face shop. Mind you only two customers at a time. Us Brits just love any opportunity to create and stand in a queue, I’d rather argue with a wooden Indian.

Din Lligwy home.
Wendy has her lunch, in port Amlwch car park designed by a Bulimia nervosa suffering town planner, who must’ve been as thin as a gnat’s whisker. Sure you can park for free but there’s no room for you to open your car door – get me back to the land of giant, on the slant, parking slots. Have a stroll around the harbour. Not all that impressive.

Moelfre harbour, actually I think that’s all there is of it.
Well the Internet has excelled tonight. No connection at all. End up having to walk down the road for 4G to cancel our Asda order, last thing I want is another £45 bottle of Remy Cognac that we use as a placeholder. Can’t find 4G anywhere in the village so have to settle for a very slow 3G connection.
Settle for no alcohol and Netflix downloads on my iPad.

Open caste copper mine.


Is this Wendy’s new knitting challenge?


Discuss:
“Vaccine passports could create ‘two-tier society’, equality watchdog warns. Discriminate against marginalised groups where take-up is lower.”
More from the Snowflakes and Libtards, possibly even the Wokes. Provided that people with GENUINE medical reasons can have some form of a qualified passport, then why not have them. When you’re dead from Covid19 your civil rights are about as useful as an inflatable dartboard.
I think the majority of sane people would agree that being vaccinated is both good for them and society as a whole. So surely it’s the socially responsible and moral thing to do.
If I go in a pub then I’d rather know that everyone has been vaccinated and therefore I’m safer.
If you don’t want to get vaccinated for whatever reason then I recognise that as your right, but with it come consequences. If you want to go to a lot of countries in the World then you have to have the Yellow fever jab – far more risky than the Covid19 vaccine. If you won’t have the Yellow Fever jab then you can’t go. Tough shit, suck it up. Do the right thing, don’t be a prick, get a prick.
Muons are deviants.

Another glorious sunny day.

Goodbye to Aberffraw beach.
Call in at Beaumaris on the way home but the castle doesn’t look that impressive and the car parking is expensive, which is a problem when you have short arms and deep pockets. Decide to save it for another day.
Trouble free journey home. No traffic jams – that makes a change.
Home for lunch.
Well we’ve enjoyed our time in Anglesey. Fortunately the weather was spectacular and we’ve managed to explore much of the Island. Giving serious thought to pitching our caravan here for a year if we ever get it back from France. Very handy as only 2 hours drive and kids cold get some use out of it. Perhaps the Welsh aren’t so bad after all.
One last thing to do, a review of the Ty Arthur accommodation, that’s going to be a work of restrained objectivity – see below.
Modern, fresh, light and airy.
Very well decorated and warm.
Well stocked with all the essential equipment you need.
Ideal for two.
All in good condition.
Very pleasant and helpful ladies in reception.
Spotlessly clean.
Amazing towels.
THE BAD
Noise from the apartment above.
No water in the bathroom, but quickly fixed once I’d found the stop cock.
Ants in bedroom and kitchen. Reported.
THE VERY BAD
Internet is unreliable and often non-existent. Ranges from just ok; to impossible to connect; to connected but no service at all. Gave up on trying to watch Netflix, too many lengthy pauses. From the last evening to departure there was no service. Wasted so much time trying to get important connections.
On arrival we spent over an hour, with the help of the lady in reception, trying to connect to the internet. Only to be told at the end of it, by a rude and arrogant male staff member, that the problem was my iPhone. Nothing to do with the fact that two iPhones, two iPads, a MacBook Pro and Netflix on the apartments own TV could not connect.
THE ACID TEST
Would we go back to Ty Arthur again.
Well I’m sure by now you can guess the answer, but just in case you’re unsure. NO.
However we’d certainly go back to Anglesey.

Don’t leave your car in a Welsh car park.


Just look at all the evidence and their own pronouncements. If someone says they want to kill you why will you not believe them. Trump was spot on when he pulled out of that deal and recognised them for what they are – a terrorist, rogue state.