Never go on a motorbike trip with me, it always rains

After amazing gluten free fish and chips last night in Oriel Hotel and Spa restaurant at breakfast   I was presented with the most disappointing kipper I have ever had.  It was if the cook had put it under the grill and decided to go out for a quick cigarette, then was distracted by the thought of it raining all day and had a second.   And then why not, another cigarette for luck, we’ll it was the last one in the pack.  So this shrivelled thing was presented to me  by the cheerfully smiling waitress as though this was a wonderful  delicacy  to serve at breakfast.    I suppose it could be the speciality of the house, but it was not listed under any section that referred to Burnt Offerings.   

Rain, rain, rain.   So the decision to get close to Holyhead yesterday was the correct one.   It would have been a tough morning riding through snowdonia racing to the ferry in this rain.   At least I can dilly-dally to my hart’s content this morning until the hotel throws me out.  

This is where I am and where I am going.