After the long grey stretch of the motorway and the passing of the Severn bridge, the green lushness of the valleys and occasional sheep wondering the narrow road began to unfold as we neared the Snowdonia region, North Wales.
With the sat nav gradually failing, our glamping destination was off the map. With no other option, we reverted to methods of the yesteryear- maps and signposts.
Creeping up hills so steep in first gear and beeping our way around, we eventually arrived at Dina's farm, with our bell tent nestled within a walled orchard.
In true camper style, we set out to explore to area.
Cruising along costal roads, our first stop was charming costal town, Barmouth.
Stern Victorian houses stood tall on the cliffs, overlooking the Mawddach estuary and the charismatic town. Cheery pubs, irresistible antique shops and archaic architecture made a pleasant evening stroll along the rose tinted streets.
With the smell of fresh fish and chips wofting the air, we settled for a fish restaurant with the sunset luring in the backdrop.
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