We had stopped in a campground near Holyhead on our way to Ireland which was quite nice, so we thought after our mad rush around Ireland we would make it a short day and headed to the same campground when we got back from Ireland. This time it was even nicer as there was little to no wind and the sun was shinning. We had been warned on many occasions that Wales was wet and cold, we hoped not, we wanted fine and warm! We had a pleasant afternoon in the sun catching up on mundane things like sowing buttons back on and mending holes in clothes. The next morning looked beautiful and for the first time since Scarborough, I had the lining out of my pants, we weren't wearing thermals and we put on our sunglasses! We headed across to Beaumaris Castle, this was our first castle that had a moat with water in it, it was very interesting and from here we called in at another one of Edward I castles in Caernarfon, another impressive castle with quite a history. Then it was on past Mount Snowdon through some lovely hills and countryside, we were heading to a small village called Llansilin, we had been invited to stay at the village inn by a chap we met in Mongolia, his sisters were now running the inn which was also a B&B. The village was great and being in the inn we got to meet a lot of the locals that were a great bunch. While we were there we did a service on the bike and visited some of the local attractions, including Wrexham, Lake Vynwy where there was the tallest tree in Wales and England, but it had broken off in a storm! We also visited Pistyll Rhaeadr, the tallest waterfall in England, but the highlight was going to the local primary school of 43 students and giving them a talk about our adventure and answering all of their very varied questions, it was great. Then on Saturday when Robert, the friend from Mongolia came home we went for a ride together to see the Pontcysyllte Aqueduct, it takes a canal over the Dee river and is around 150 feet above it. Then after an easy four days we had to say good-by and hit the road again, we followed the coast as much as possible, only heading inland to see the Devil's Bridge, three bridges built on top of each other over a gorge, dating back to the 11 century. The country through Wales was great, but we couldn't get over the hedgerows running along the roads, again nothing new, but in Wales they all appear to be around 2.5 metres high and you can't see a thing as you ride along the back roads and a lot of it is single lane which makes it slower going. We eventually called it a day down at Newport, a lovely little old fishing village where we had one of the best sunsets yet on our travels. The next day it was out through the Brecon Beacons and into England, and the best part? Not one drop of rain and I never wore my thermals!!