Day 6

Sunday morning we all drove just down the road to Moelfre for a walk.  My relatives take a lot of hikes and walks and it’s definitely in my blood to hike too.  In fact I’m amazed at how similar I am to my aunts and cousins even though time and distance separates us.  I think it was my cousin Matt who said he couldn’t run from here to the corner, but he could walk the world over and that’s also how I feel.

Breakfast in the caravan

The walk started through town and then wound along the coast, past the lifeboat station and then back through town.  Moelfre is home to the lifeboat that is sent out on rescue missions to aid stranded sailors and there was also a small museum there relaying its history.

Town of Moelfre

The whole gang

After our morning walk, we returned to the caravans so that those who were really into Wimbledon could watch the men’s final and those of us who had no clue about tennis could go to the beach!  Guess which group I was in?

We spent another nice afternoon on the beach meeting border collies, hunting for shrimp, paddling in the pools and of course eating ice cream!

 

 

 

 

 

That evening most everyone had to return to their homes in preparation for work the next day leaving just Sandra, Don and the kids and I to a last night at the caravan.