I won't lie to you, this day trip was from a small while ago (As you can tell from my blonde hair), but I had to post about it.
A trip to the beach is my favorite kind of outing. Sun, Sand and giggles. What more do you need? Well me and my friends Simon and Vicky decided to set off to Barmouth in Wales for a day of frolicking and after two and half hours we arrived and it was worth getting a numb arse in the car for.
We sat on the sea front and had the seaside classic - Fish and Chips from a veranda cafe. It was absolutely gorgeous, and not too expensive (I would definantly recommend a simple cafe over a fancy restaurant. It's always so much nicer and kinder on your bank balance).
The rest of the afternoon was spent running around the shops, and dancing on the beach. Do you all do that random act, where you pick up shells because they are pretty, put them in your pocket, and then forget about them completely? I don't know how many jackets I have emptied the pockets of to find broken shells and pretty pebbles.
Anyhoo, after a wonderful day at the beach we all headed back. Not home, but in fact on a ghost walk. Of course this is normal for my friends, and we headed off to a creepy bridge in the middle of no where. Of course I have no idea where we were, because I so totally did not fall asleep in the car.
The bridge had an eerie tale, would you like to hear it? No? Well i'm going to say it anyway...creepy right? Well the bridge held the tale of a woman who was on her way to the nearby castle to be married, though she never arrived. On the bridge, her horse and carriage was raided and she murdered. At 12 am on a full moon, the horse and carriage can be heard travelling up and down the bridge, and the woman crying out for her husband to be.
I am not going to lie, I was completely crapping myself, and my friend Vicky was so jumpy. Simon just stood there with a smile on his face, as he has been before and experienced the creepy state of the bridge. We stood underneath, all holding hands, waiting for the lady to arrive. Although we never heard anything, we were so on edge, and it the atmosphere was so tense. I of course had barrels of fun, touching Vicky's leg, and pretending it was a ghost to her surprise.
The day ended with a drink at my local pub, reminiscing over the day, and with Vicky swearing she was touched by a ghost. Well I think the cat must be out of the bag now.
It was such a fun day, and I can't wait for the next one to come along.
Let me know if any of you have had a day trip recently somewhere nice, i'm looking for ideas for my next!
Much love to you all x
Oh! For your amusement, here are the windswept photos of my daytrip!