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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.

 


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