Out There: Paradise island

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The lure of new places is always hard to resist but sometimes it’s good to revisit an old haunt and rekindle happy memories.

On Saturday my husband Mark (old romantic that he is ) took me back to the place on the Isle Anglesey (Ynys Mon to give it its correct Welsh name) where we’d spent our first night as a married couple.

As we left Lancaster and headed onto the M6 snow was in the air and huge grey clouds loomed overhead – not a promising start.

The light snow turned to rain and then hail as we headed for Wales. I started to think the trip was going to be a waste of time.

However, as we crossed the magnificent 19th Century Britannia Bridge over the Menai Strait, as if on cue, the sun came out. From the bridge we could see Beaumaris castle and Plas Newydd, the ancestral home of the Marquess of Anglesey who squandered his family fortune through an obsession with the theatre.

I’d almost forgotten how much I love the landscape of Anglesey. There are hardly any trees but it has the most stunning rocky coastline of anywhere in the UK. The island is recognised by UNESCO as a Geopark – that’s the geological equivalent of a World heritage site.

Limestone full of 700-year-old fossils, ‘pillow lava’ and other types of rock can easily be seen along the coast. Amazingly, at one time the rocks of Anglesey were located south of the position of present day New Zealand. The movement of tectonic plates brought about the incredible journey north.

Eventually we pulled up at Trearddur Bay where we’d spent the first night of our honeymoon. The place was just as beautiful as I’d remembered it – a sweeping bay with golden sands, oddly-shaped rock formations, clear blue waters, friendly locals, several pubs and breath-taking views of the distant mountains.

We pottered on the beach, collected shells, took photographs, watched the local Lifeboat crew trying out some rescue techniques and went to the laid back Trearddur Bay Hotel for a delicious meal.

After lunch we walked along the coast to the RSPB visitor centre near the lighthouse on South Stack.

I’d forgotten to take my binoculars so all I could make out on the cliffs were miscellaneous gulls. Guillemots and razorbills can be seen there but we couldn’t spot them.

There is a wooded area on Anglesey called Newborough Forest which is home to red squirrels but when Prince Charles visited recently the furry creatures stayed out of view. Maybe he’d forgotten his binoculars as well!

If you’ve never been there, Anglesey is a magical place to visit. I can highly recommend it.