The Great Outdoors

This weekend Clare & I are off to Snowdonia. We'll be stopping at Hafod Elwy Hall, deep in the gorgeous Denby moors. This is what it looks like:



Yummy.

The hotel owners were kind enough to email us instructions on how to get there. It's not located in what you might call the most accessible of places. In fact, the quaint Irish expression "The arse end of nowhere" springs sluggishly to mind:

You will pass Cerrig-y-Drudion. A few miles after that you will take the A543 signed ‘Denbigh’ on the right. (just before Pentrefoelas). Go 5.6 Miles. You will see a telegraph pole on the left with wires going over the road toward the right. Turn right in to the track at that point. (Italics mine)

I don't think I'm clued up enough on telegraph poles to recognise one from another. I certainly couldn't identify one in a police line-up, let alone whilst driving in the dark. Proper dark, that is, not city dark. It never really gets that dark in the city.

The last mile or so of the journey will be along a rough, suspension-knackering country track. In the proper dark. I hope my functional-yet-fashionable Citroen Saxo finds it in its bonnet to forgive me.

Needless to say, I can't wait...