Another run this morning in the drizzle but helped wake me up. Rather a mediocre breakfast and a drizzly day altogether, gradually maturing into rain and then full scale downpour. We arrived at Caernarfon to film the castle - unfortunately I had assumed that much of the land round the castle would belong to same but it turned out that Piper's views were from across the stream and up the hill. Across the stream was fine to accomplish except that Libby was again the donkey whilst Charles strode ahead manfully with the light meter. We had a cup of tea in a tiny tea shop inhabited by squillions of little old ladies in twinsets and pearls and permed remains of hair and began to feel out of place. Driving up into the hills behind the city we spotted some of the buildings in Piper's work but again they'd obviously irritatingly re-assembled themselves in a different order since his day.
We stopped at the Inhospitable Chip just before closing time so all they could offer Charles was chips (personally ugh! Tiny Belgian crisp chips fine, but British soggy, forget it) - Thence to Beaumaris where Charles had spotted a beautifully made model of a fishing vessel last year when we were filming Brangwyn's stained glass. And the shop was open for once and the boat was still there, which, by his reckoning meant it had to be - so Megan was purchased and placed carefully on the back seat - as if we have sufficient room for her as well!
From there to a beach somewhere near Rhosneigr to attempt to find an abstract in shells and detritus, a fabulous beach with seaweed of all colours and stones (the images were not orchestrated), great fun except that we both got hopelessly wet. On the drive back we looked in vain for a suitable stretch of wall to film (again to match one of Piper's) and finally found something near the Menai Bridge.
Thence a long drive back to Dolgellau - not the distance - but the rain was horrific by this stage, the light had gone, the spray was everywhere. Arrived back at the B&B, laid out our equipment to dry, donned raincoats once more and scurried into the town for a meal - which was really excellent - Y Sospan - very good, fresh produce, freshly cooked, relaxed atmosphere, no pretension. Highly recommended. And we drank an Australian red wine named Anglesey and felt much much better! (For some reason I could not persuade this page to accept the Y Sospan details so you'll find them on PP3 part 7!)
We stopped at the Inhospitable Chip just before closing time so all they could offer Charles was chips (personally ugh! Tiny Belgian crisp chips fine, but British soggy, forget it) - Thence to Beaumaris where Charles had spotted a beautifully made model of a fishing vessel last year when we were filming Brangwyn's stained glass. And the shop was open for once and the boat was still there, which, by his reckoning meant it had to be - so Megan was purchased and placed carefully on the back seat - as if we have sufficient room for her as well!
From there to a beach somewhere near Rhosneigr to attempt to find an abstract in shells and detritus, a fabulous beach with seaweed of all colours and stones (the images were not orchestrated), great fun except that we both got hopelessly wet. On the drive back we looked in vain for a suitable stretch of wall to film (again to match one of Piper's) and finally found something near the Menai Bridge.
Thence a long drive back to Dolgellau - not the distance - but the rain was horrific by this stage, the light had gone, the spray was everywhere. Arrived back at the B&B, laid out our equipment to dry, donned raincoats once more and scurried into the town for a meal - which was really excellent - Y Sospan - very good, fresh produce, freshly cooked, relaxed atmosphere, no pretension. Highly recommended. And we drank an Australian red wine named Anglesey and felt much much better! (For some reason I could not persuade this page to accept the Y Sospan details so you'll find them on PP3 part 7!)
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