To beach or not to beach.

How do you start a day when you’ve been woken by the beets of sheep? This was my big morning question.

By all accounts, I hadn’t explored Anglesey enough. So off I went, back down now familiar roads, slightly more comfortable on these winding ways no wider than a New York City sidewalk but with a 60 mph speed limit. I started at Caernarfon Castle, an imposing place with possible mythological affiliations with King Arthur. It is no ruin, and there are plenty of towers and passageways to explore.

From there, I went straight for the farthest point; South Stack Lighthouse. It is on its own little island and is considered a highlight of Wales.

Those who consider and advise did so well. After driving to seemingly the end of the earth I walked down 400 steps and over a bridge up to the unique geological formation that is the south stack. The lighthouse is filled with history, and after a bit of a wait I was able to go up to the top for a full oral history of the place from a lighthouse. The light itself is a beautiful creation of art and engineering. It spins slowly with angles of glass and circles spreading the beam across the oceans.

From South Stack, I went to my next lighthouse destination, Llanddwyn Island. When I got there I found out that it’s part of a beach preserve. I parked and began my walk across a stunning beach. The softest sand with mountains breaking high across the horizon. The island is dedicated to Dwynden, the Welsh Patron Saint of Lovers. It was once the richest church in Wales thanks to many pilgrimages of those seeking support in their love lives.

I spent some time exploring the islandand soaking in the views. I then decided it was time to relax, and try and enjoy the beach. I found a secluded corner and took a dip, followed by a lounge and watercolor. From the beach I took a trip to a dinner of mussels, chips, and seafood chowder, and then back to the campground where I had been the night before for a heart warming night of blissful rest.