Clive Aslet

Anglesey: la dolce vita in north Wales

It’s an outdoors place, with puffins, basalt stacks and beaches of what might be mistaken for Caribbean sand

We teased our friends by saying that our holiday would be on a far-away island. The Maldives, perhaps? No, Anglesey, off the northwestern tip of Wales. Mentally far-away, that is: but by train, it is only three and a half hours to Bangor, where we hired a car. Two mighty 19th-century bridges span the Menai Straits, with the fearsome currents known as the Swellies (regarded by Nelson as one of the greatest of all tests of seamanship).

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