Driving to Betwys y Coed on the A5, I encountered a length of construction where the road was torn up but driveable. A sign just before the rough stretch warned “No Cat Eyes.” Huh?
Googled it when I returned to my temporary home. It’s a British term for the reflective safety device used in road markings. Oh.
It rained most of the day. A light rain with a little sunshine peeking through. Not unpleasant, for me, but there was a general glumness in the people who passed by quickly. An attitude possibly attributed from suffering through “Doris” who had brought days of driving rain then being teased by a couple of bright sunny days.
It is amazing how soaked you get in a light rain looking for a raincoat.
My hair never recovered, but my spirits did. Found a coat at a good price and stopped in the Kyffin Cafe Deli for a chai latte and an oatmeal cookie. Yum. Both were lightly sweet and I would have ordered the leeks and cheese tart since it was close to lunch, but that was yesterday’s special (and still on the board).
It still surprises me how inconspicuous the store fronts are. Doorways are small usually flanked by windows on each side and besides an understated sign and a restrained window display, that’s usually it.
Picked up some baked goods and lunch (lamb pastie, saving the chicken and ham pastime for later) at Gerrard’s Bakery and headed back to the apartment.
After lunch I drove through Betwys y Coed. I figured I would stop at the potter when I came back. I didn’t. While I couldn’t come to a decision on a blanket in Trefriw’s woolen mill, I did pick up a pair of thumb gloves. I’ll be back in the area if I change my mind.
I headed for Llanwrst and Tu-Hunt-l’r Bont, a tearoom I’ve visited on previous trips that sits on one end of a single lane bridge where traffic is monitored be a traffic signal.
If I make it to the area again, I want to take a photo from the other side to get the front of the cafe and the bridge. The 15th century building started out as a farmhouse, became an area courthouse and is now owned by the National Trust and operates now as a Welsh teahouse.
I picked up some farm eggs and chunky orange marmalade after a meal of a Welsh beef roll (the size of two sandwiches) with horseradish sauce. I only ate half so I could take the rest home and try some Welsh ice cream (excellent) and a slice of coffee walnut cake (yum). Worth it, and I have lunch for tomorrow.
It was time to head back through the “No Cat Eyes” construction.
Tomorrow: Going deep into Snowdonia in a roundabout way to Blaenau Ffestiniog, a slate mining town. The caverns were used to store priceless art work during WWII. A new place to explore.