Last night we went to the first of the two Alarm sets of the weekend – over at the Venue Cymru, a short blustery walk down the promenade.
It was an acoustic set with a lot of obscure early songs (which I didn’t know) and other more popular songs that had been rearranged – thus rendering them impossible to recognise to the untrained ear. If I’m honest, I thought that it was the best acoustic set that he had put on in a long time. Lots of people on the stage, plus a 70-ish strong choir backing the whole thing up. It was good, despite Mike Peter’s very obvious problems with his voice. He doesn’t sound well.
So tonight’s set is bigger, louder and more electric-ier. It should be fun.
We didn’t linger long at the karaoke afterwards. Lorna had been up since very-early-o’clock and I wasn’t in the mood for the fight between locals and visiting Alarm fans that looked likely. Instead, our early night meant that we were up and at ’em in good time this morning.
Tradition states that Saturday should include air hockey, a walk along the promenade, a walk up the Great Orme and a drive in the direction of Betws y Coed. We accomplished all these things.
The Great Orme was blustery. When we arrived I noted how it didn’t look so windy only to open the car door and have it almost blown away. We were battered by the weather on our brief walk around the closed visitors centre to the summit, and I’m amazed we didn’t get blown off over on the way back.
We then drove on to Betws y Coed for some ice cream sundae and a look around the nik nak shops, for that is tradition.
The sundae was very tasty – a chocobocker glory, if you’re interested.
There was also a bubble shop there, with the world’s most enthusiastic shop attendant working there. He oozed a love of all bubbly things and spent a long time running through tricks, demonstrations and explaining how their bubble mix is awesome.
After many, many demonstrations, I bought some wands and secret formula bubble mix for the children. There will be a lot of bubbles when I get home tomorrow.
When we got back to Llandudno we immediately set out on our walk along the promenade. There was even more wind than before. Goodness knows what it would be like at the top of the Orme by now, but even the sheep might be blown off. We managed to get to the end of the promenade, take a picture and then get back in one piece. Which is a miracle in my book.
We did 4.26km in 41 minutes. Not our quickest walk, but we were battling the weather on our way back.
There was just enough time to get in some table hockey and then to the pub to work through some wordpress questions that Lorna had for me (work never really ends).
Here is Lorna before the air hockey looking steely and determined.
I don’t like to think of myself as overly competitive, but I was quite pleased when I was two games to nil up. Sadly, Lorna was less pleased and I got the above look again.
Then on for a bit of wordpress fun and finally back for a bit of a rest before this evening’s entertainment. Tradition dictates that we should eat at the Seahorse tonight, which is always excellent. Fingers crossed for another good evening.
Day 31: 4.26km walk in 41 minutes.