Horseshoe Pass

I recall many happy holidays staying with my great aunts in Oswestry. A favourite trip out was over the border into Wales to Lllangollen and up round the Horseshoe Pass.  One such holiday was spent with my Nana and "Big" Grandad (the great aunts were Nana's sisters).  Grandad did not like driving round mountain roads and would not willingly go up the pass. However Nana and I hatched a plan whereby I did the navigation, and accidently took the "wrong" turning - I was probably around 10 at the time. 

Today I took the opportunity to relive that journey with a slight detour as I drove to my holiday cottage near Caenarfon.  Though today the roads and cars are probably a far cry from those of yesteryear!