Plotting a family trip over a bank holiday weekend is never an easy task in our house. With four rambunctious boys and a Cornish husband who has a deeply ingrained desire to seek out the countryside for a proper rest, the choices are somewhat limited. We needed somewhere in the UK (so as not to bankrupt us with the cost of flights) and with enough variety to keep the whole brood entertained whatever the weather.
I chanced upon Wales’s Llŷn Peninsula in my research: the landscapes were spectacular, all rolling fields and deserted beaches stretching out into the Irish Sea on one side, with the moody Yr Eifl hills on the other. We were sold from the pictures alone and arriving at our little white cottage, the Welsh countryside looked even more magical in real life. It was as if we had landed in a scene from The Lord of the Rings (very on brand if you know my boys).
