The Time-Turner Series || Revisiting the Pebbly Beach of Llandudno, North Wales, UK

Ever notice how traveling down the memory lane is like traveling on a super-fast train. Everything outside the windows is a blur except the stations where the train stops for a bit and you are able to take in the surroundings with a little more clarity. Some places we have visited in the past stand out like these train stations for some reason or the other. One of them is Llandudno, a little resort town on the North Shore of the Irish sea.I visited Llandudno with my besties Hannah and Kelsey, who were both much younger to me. Now they are both engaged and about to get married. How time flies! Anyways, they are both supercool people and it was half because of them that this trip is so special to me.Llandudno was the base for our explorations of the North of Wales and we spent our free evenings strolling on the calm beach, which was mostly empty except for a couple of families and surfers. We stayed out till late evening but it was no bother at all because the days were really long.The beach was pebbly and the water was swarming with Jellyfish and yet we ventured into it. In the distance, white windmills rose out of the cobalt blue water. Great Orme and Little Orme separated the Llandudno bay from the rest of the world. Life was calm and relaxed. And it seemed like we had unlimited time on our hands.I remember strolling through the streets, choosing pubs and eateries at whim, sending random unexpected letters back home and to friends, buying fridge magnets, and talking rubbish. There was one little shop that was selling flags, and I was disappointed to see that it did not have an Indian flag. But no problem, I forgive the Welsh. They will catch up eventually.Compared to Newcastle, Llandudno was a laid-back little place, perfect to retire in. Close to the beach, cold, but less so than Newcastle, rainy and pretty. Would I want to visit it again. Yes, why not. Thinking of the place brings back pleasant memories that fill my heart with a warm sunshine, but do not tug at my heart in the same way as the Scottish Highlands do. Llandudno is beautiful, but not heart-breakingly so.

Ever notice how traveling down the memory lane is like traveling on a super-fast train. Everything outside the windows is a blur except the stations where the train stops for a bit and you are able to take in the surroundings with a little more clarity. Some places we have visited in the past stand out like these train stations for some reason or the other. One of them is Llandudno, a little resort town on the North Shore of the Irish sea.

Ever notice how traveling down the memory lane is like traveling on a super-fast train. Everything outside the windows is a blur except the stations where the train stops for a bit and you are able to take in the surroundings with a little more clarity. Some places we have visited in the past stand out like these train stations for some reason or the other. One of them is Llandudno, a little resort town on the North Shore of the Irish sea.I visited Llandudno with my besties Hannah and Kelsey, who were both much younger to me. Now they are both engaged and about to get married. How time flies! Anyways, they are both supercool people and it was half because of them that this trip is so special to me.Llandudno was the base for our explorations of the North of Wales and we spent our free evenings strolling on the calm beach, which was mostly empty except for a couple of families and surfers. We stayed out till late evening but it was no bother at all because the days were really long.The beach was pebbly and the water was swarming with Jellyfish and yet we ventured into it. In the distance, white windmills rose out of the cobalt blue water. Great Orme and Little Orme separated the Llandudno bay from the rest of the world. Life was calm and relaxed. And it seemed like we had unlimited time on our hands.I remember strolling through the streets, choosing pubs and eateries at whim, sending random unexpected letters back home and to friends, buying fridge magnets, and talking rubbish. There was one little shop that was selling flags, and I was disappointed to see that it did not have an Indian flag. But no problem, I forgive the Welsh. They will catch up eventually.Compared to Newcastle, Llandudno was a laid-back little place, perfect to retire in. Close to the beach, cold, but less so than Newcastle, rainy and pretty. Would I want to visit it again. Yes, why not. Thinking of the place brings back pleasant memories that fill my heart with a warm sunshine, but do not tug at my heart in the same way as the Scottish Highlands do. Llandudno is beautiful, but not heart-breakingly so.


I visited Llandudno with my besties Hannah and Kelsey, who were both much younger to me. Now they are both engaged and about to get married. How time flies! Anyways, they are both supercool people and it was half because of them that this trip is so special to me.

Ever notice how traveling down the memory lane is like traveling on a super-fast train. Everything outside the windows is a blur except the stations where the train stops for a bit and you are able to take in the surroundings with a little more clarity. Some places we have visited in the past stand out like these train stations for some reason or the other. One of them is Llandudno, a little resort town on the North Shore of the Irish sea.I visited Llandudno with my besties Hannah and Kelsey, who were both much younger to me. Now they are both engaged and about to get married. How time flies! Anyways, they are both supercool people and it was half because of them that this trip is so special to me.Llandudno was the base for our explorations of the North of Wales and we spent our free evenings strolling on the calm beach, which was mostly empty except for a couple of families and surfers. We stayed out till late evening but it was no bother at all because the days were really long.The beach was pebbly and the water was swarming with Jellyfish and yet we ventured into it. In the distance, white windmills rose out of the cobalt blue water. Great Orme and Little Orme separated the Llandudno bay from the rest of the world. Life was calm and relaxed. And it seemed like we had unlimited time on our hands.I remember strolling through the streets, choosing pubs and eateries at whim, sending random unexpected letters back home and to friends, buying fridge magnets, and talking rubbish. There was one little shop that was selling flags, and I was disappointed to see that it did not have an Indian flag. But no problem, I forgive the Welsh. They will catch up eventually.Compared to Newcastle, Llandudno was a laid-back little place, perfect to retire in. Close to the beach, cold, but less so than Newcastle, rainy and pretty. Would I want to visit it again. Yes, why not. Thinking of the place brings back pleasant memories that fill my heart with a warm sunshine, but do not tug at my heart in the same way as the Scottish Highlands do. Llandudno is beautiful, but not heart-breakingly so.

Llandudno was the base for our explorations of the North of Wales and we spent our free evenings strolling on the calm beach, which was mostly empty except for a couple of families and surfers. We stayed out till late evening but it was no bother at all because the days were really long.

The beach was pebbly and the water was swarming with Jellyfish and yet we ventured into it. In the distance, white windmills rose out of the cobalt blue water. Great Orme and Little Orme separated the Llandudno bay from the rest of the world. Life was calm and relaxed. And it seemed like we had unlimited time on our hands.

Ever notice how traveling down the memory lane is like traveling on a super-fast train. Everything outside the windows is a blur except the stations where the train stops for a bit and you are able to take in the surroundings with a little more clarity. Some places we have visited in the past stand out like these train stations for some reason or the other. One of them is Llandudno, a little resort town on the North Shore of the Irish sea.I visited Llandudno with my besties Hannah and Kelsey, who were both much younger to me. Now they are both engaged and about to get married. How time flies! Anyways, they are both supercool people and it was half because of them that this trip is so special to me.Llandudno was the base for our explorations of the North of Wales and we spent our free evenings strolling on the calm beach, which was mostly empty except for a couple of families and surfers. We stayed out till late evening but it was no bother at all because the days were really long.The beach was pebbly and the water was swarming with Jellyfish and yet we ventured into it. In the distance, white windmills rose out of the cobalt blue water. Great Orme and Little Orme separated the Llandudno bay from the rest of the world. Life was calm and relaxed. And it seemed like we had unlimited time on our hands.I remember strolling through the streets, choosing pubs and eateries at whim, sending random unexpected letters back home and to friends, buying fridge magnets, and talking rubbish. There was one little shop that was selling flags, and I was disappointed to see that it did not have an Indian flag. But no problem, I forgive the Welsh. They will catch up eventually.Compared to Newcastle, Llandudno was a laid-back little place, perfect to retire in. Close to the beach, cold, but less so than Newcastle, rainy and pretty. Would I want to visit it again. Yes, why not. Thinking of the place brings back pleasant memories that fill my heart with a warm sunshine, but do not tug at my heart in the same way as the Scottish Highlands do. Llandudno is beautiful, but not heart-breakingly so.

I remember strolling through the streets, choosing pubs and eateries at whim, sending random unexpected letters back home and to friends, buying fridge magnets, and talking rubbish. There was one little shop that was selling flags, and I was disappointed to see that it did not have an Indian flag. But no problem, I forgive the Welsh. They will catch up eventually.

Ever notice how traveling down the memory lane is like traveling on a super-fast train. Everything outside the windows is a blur except the stations where the train stops for a bit and you are able to take in the surroundings with a little more clarity. Some places we have visited in the past stand out like these train stations for some reason or the other. One of them is Llandudno, a little resort town on the North Shore of the Irish sea.I visited Llandudno with my besties Hannah and Kelsey, who were both much younger to me. Now they are both engaged and about to get married. How time flies! Anyways, they are both supercool people and it was half because of them that this trip is so special to me.Llandudno was the base for our explorations of the North of Wales and we spent our free evenings strolling on the calm beach, which was mostly empty except for a couple of families and surfers. We stayed out till late evening but it was no bother at all because the days were really long.The beach was pebbly and the water was swarming with Jellyfish and yet we ventured into it. In the distance, white windmills rose out of the cobalt blue water. Great Orme and Little Orme separated the Llandudno bay from the rest of the world. Life was calm and relaxed. And it seemed like we had unlimited time on our hands.I remember strolling through the streets, choosing pubs and eateries at whim, sending random unexpected letters back home and to friends, buying fridge magnets, and talking rubbish. There was one little shop that was selling flags, and I was disappointed to see that it did not have an Indian flag. But no problem, I forgive the Welsh. They will catch up eventually.Compared to Newcastle, Llandudno was a laid-back little place, perfect to retire in. Close to the beach, cold, but less so than Newcastle, rainy and pretty. Would I want to visit it again. Yes, why not. Thinking of the place brings back pleasant memories that fill my heart with a warm sunshine, but do not tug at my heart in the same way as the Scottish Highlands do. Llandudno is beautiful, but not heart-breakingly so.

Compared to Newcastle, Llandudno was a laid-back little place, perfect to retire in. Close to the beach, cold, but less so than Newcastle, rainy and pretty. Would I want to visit it again. Yes, why not. Thinking of the place brings back pleasant memories that fill my heart with a warm sunshine, but do not tug at my heart in the same way as the Scottish Highlands do. Llandudno is beautiful, but not heart-breakingly so. 

Ever notice how traveling down the memory lane is like traveling on a super-fast train. Everything outside the windows is a blur except the stations where the train stops for a bit and you are able to take in the surroundings with a little more clarity. Some places we have visited in the past stand out like these train stations for some reason or the other. One of them is Llandudno, a little resort town on the North Shore of the Irish sea.I visited Llandudno with my besties Hannah and Kelsey, who were both much younger to me. Now they are both engaged and about to get married. How time flies! Anyways, they are both supercool people and it was half because of them that this trip is so special to me.Llandudno was the base for our explorations of the North of Wales and we spent our free evenings strolling on the calm beach, which was mostly empty except for a couple of families and surfers. We stayed out till late evening but it was no bother at all because the days were really long.The beach was pebbly and the water was swarming with Jellyfish and yet we ventured into it. In the distance, white windmills rose out of the cobalt blue water. Great Orme and Little Orme separated the Llandudno bay from the rest of the world. Life was calm and relaxed. And it seemed like we had unlimited time on our hands.I remember strolling through the streets, choosing pubs and eateries at whim, sending random unexpected letters back home and to friends, buying fridge magnets, and talking rubbish. There was one little shop that was selling flags, and I was disappointed to see that it did not have an Indian flag. But no problem, I forgive the Welsh. They will catch up eventually.Compared to Newcastle, Llandudno was a laid-back little place, perfect to retire in. Close to the beach, cold, but less so than Newcastle, rainy and pretty. Would I want to visit it again. Yes, why not. Thinking of the place brings back pleasant memories that fill my heart with a warm sunshine, but do not tug at my heart in the same way as the Scottish Highlands do. Llandudno is beautiful, but not heart-breakingly so.

If you liked this post and found it helpful, I would request you to follow these things when traveling -

- Manage your waste well and don’t litter
- Use dustbins. Tell us if you went to a place and found it hard to locate a dustbin.
- Avoid bottle waters in hills. Usually you get clean water in hills and water bottles create lot of mess in our ecosystem.
- Say big no to plastic and avoid those unhealthy snacks packed in plastic bags. Rather buy fruits.

- Don't play loud blaring music in forests of jungle camps. You are a guest in that ecosystem and disturbing the locals (humans and animals) is not polite 

2 comments:

Saumy Nagayach said...

Wonderful pictures with the write-up! I like the second picture "Pebbles" the most :)

Subhadip Mukherjee said...

Beautiful photographs...

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