Bala and the Jets

Forget Bennie and the Jets - we prefer 'Bala and the Jets' or so first impressions would indicate as we arrived mid afternoon to the more sheltered Bala CCC site just outside the town of Bala on the final leg of of our Welsh tour before heading off home on Saturday afternoon.

Why Jets I hear you ask?

Well in the couple of hours we've been here, we've counted a dozen or so low flying RAF jets (Tornados, Hawks and the new Eurojet Typhoon) which are obviously practicing their low-flying skills in and around the surrounding Snowdonia valleys, whizzing past the site at super-sonic speeds.

These come from RAF Valley to the north we are reliably told by the site wardens, however we knew this anyway as Debbe's uncle was based there during his stint in the RAF.

Not a problem for us, there's always an air of excitement when fast jets go past: (think "Top Gun" and all that). The sound of these things going past can be felt through the ground.

As Debbe says, "lots of training been done today, but then again there's a lot of wars being fought at the moment". True, very true!

The Wind Doth Blow

Our final stay at the Cardigan Bay last night site will not be known as one that gave us some restful kip. Once again gales howled around our unit and kept us awake for most of the night. So for our pitch at Bala we weren't taking any further chances; sod the awning! We'll manage without it for our two remaining nights.

So far, so good, the weather's calm and winds are low given the site's sheltered location.

Twenty Minutes

So having taken just 20 mins to unhook and pitch up (remember - no awning), here I am catching up with posts to this blog whilst I negotiate a few well deserved beers following our two and half hour drive to get here.

More capers soon.