We left early and took a route that avoided all cities and motorways. It allowed the inevitable squeaks of delight from the driver’s seat to start early as we crossed the Pennines with the peak of Wildboarclough in the distance, heading towards the Silent Eye’s winter walk and talk weekend.
The official story of the weekend will, as always, be posted on the Silent Eye‘s website with extracts reblogged here. Steve and Stuart have already begun to post their interpretation of the weekend’s events but this part was purely personal, although the music of Madness was to punctuate the days at what seemed…to two of us at least… appropriate moments.
We made good time and arrived early on Holy Island, out beyond the Isle of Anglesey, and just off the coast of Wales. It was too early to check in at the hotel, so once we had found it…
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