My first trip to explore Plas Bodfa, started when I got off the train at Bangor Station and cycled on Judy across the Menai Bridge, treated myself to a sandwich from the supermarket and sat under the bridge to eat. I’d been there about five minutes when my niece wandered past, and having not seen her for at least 3 years, we had a quick catch-up before I cycled on to Beaumaris.
I’d forgotten what is was like to bump into family.
I can feel the beginnings of a new idea, aside from the Plas Bodfa Project, beginning to stir.
