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The Shetland Isles with Airport Parking Market

I needed the whole week to recover from an exhausting weekend in Ireland.

Whilst I’d originally planned to enjoy the charm of Ireland’s capital and kick my feet back, in the end I found the infectious spirit of Dublin too rapacious to ignore.

I drank more Guinness than I ever thought was possible and stayed up the whole night talking nonsense with a gang of youths half my age. The hangover which accompanied me on the drive back home served as a constant reminder that I might still be able to put them away like I used to in my old networking days, but that doesn’t necessarily mean that I should.

I had planned on taking my time, driving back up through Wales and perhaps stopping off for a piece in the midst of Snowdonia. Instead, with the weight of the world hanging on my eyelids and a lingering yeasty smell that I couldn’t quite shake off, I found myself a conveniently empty car park near Pembroke Castle and passed out – exhausted.

I awoke to a tapping on the window, my little Ka was absurdly steamy and the Parking Officer clearly suspected that there was something untoward going on inside. All he found was a dishevelled looking 40-something woman with a serious case of morning breath. I thanked him for waking me and promptly sped out from the car park before he had the chance  to consider what I was doing there in the first place.

With a sneaky McDonalds breakfast inside me, the world began to shift from greys and whites to the familiar blues and greens of the Welsh countryside. Snowdonia is one of my favourite places to drive through. The roads are as smooth as you like and some of the views that you’re treated to verge on the pornographic. By the time I returned to Conwy I was more than ready for another sleep which I gratefully dropped into as soon as I could.

Mum and Dad were rather amused when they found out about my indulgent weekend and suggested that I take it easier on my next trip, advice that I took to heart when I booked flights for the Shetland Isles.

Home to a population of less than 24,000, the Shetlands are comprised of a handful of islands that collectively amounts to around 1,400 square kilometres, around two thirds the space of my beloved Snowdonia National Park. The weekend I had planned would by no means set my world alight with excitement, but there comes a time (around when you hit 40) when you discover that the promise of unbroken fresh air and light exercise is more alluring than the idea of several pints down the pub. So I packed a pair of walking boots, small rucksack and took the Ka up to Edinburgh to catch my flight.

I get a little thrill whenever I’m on the way to the airport, regardless of the duration of the flight. The entire ritual of the experience, from booking my parking (I use Airport Parking Market to get the best deals) to check-in, is something that brings me straight back to my days working in business and causes me to unconsciously start going through non-existent presentations in my head and rack my brain for investment opportunities that were optioned years ago.

The hour and a half flight flew by in a flash, the dark indigo of the North Sea quickly surrendering the craggy coast lines of Shetland. There are few airports that I’ve landed in that are as dinky as Sumburgh’s. Just a few bare landing strips are accompanied by a couple of boxy buildings, greatly reducing the time in between landing and getting out into the open air.

When it comes to accommodation on this small crop of land, the bulk of the hotels and guest houses can be found in Lerwick, the Shetland’s biggest settlement.

However, I wanted to be as far away from this as possible. I was lucky then to get my first choice when it came to Airbnbs. Abby is a writer and journalist specialising in the Shetland Isles, so she makes for a perfect host. Her cottage is a gorgeous little retreat from reality. Surrounded on all sides by expansive moor land and lochs, cars pass by rarely, making this a truly idyllic spot to enjoy

After a 45 minute drive to the cottage (you can hire cars from the airport) I’d already seen half the island from the comfort of my rented vehicle. Abby’s cottage is situated pretty much bang in the middle of the main island, making it an excellent base of operations for rambles and walks out to the surrounding countryside. If I was worried about drinking too much during the weekend, I needn’t have, there are no pubs near walking distance from the cottage, only a quaint little village shop and cafe.

The Mainland of the Shetlands is a truly peaceful place, it doesn’t matter whether you’re in the centre of the island or in one of the many little inland settlements, the exposed nature of the island is forever in your mind with the sea breeze tossing a fine layer of sea salt over every blade of grass. After a weekend spent walking the hills and eating the fine food that these islands have to offer (I ate a cream cake in Lerwick, on the way back to the airport that made me want to die) I felt thoroughly refreshed…

…if not a little thirsty for a pint.

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An Outdoor Adventure with Visit North Wales

There’s always part of me that’s jealous of the backpackers of today.

When I was travelling the world, brokering Financial Acquisitions on the week day and partying it up on the weekends, the countries I was visiting hadn’t quite developed a backpacker friendly infrastructure yet.

When I visited New Zealand the country had yet to catch onto the extreme sports trend that many people associate it with today. This was well before Peter Jackson put the stunning landscapes of the Kiwis on the map with his Lord of the Rings movies.

Although I missed out on diving off a bridge with a bungee clipped to my waist, my own Wales has recently made some huge steps forward in the world of Adventure Tourism.

I teamed up with Visit North Wales this week to get a much needed dose of adrenaline in my life and go on a little tour of Wales in the process.

Bounce Below

Smack bang in the middle of Snowdonia lies one of Wales’ most unique tourist attractions. Hidden away off the A470 near Talwaenydd, Bounce Below is the brainchild of Sean Taylor, an  ambitious business man who has made it his mission to put Wales firmly on the International tourism map. Set deep within a huge network of caverns and caves (that were once home to Victorian mines) these underground surroundings have been lit up with garish lights and rigged with industrial netting creating a massive trampoline that truly has to be seen to be believed.

As long as you don’t mind rubbing shoulders with dozens of kids, this recently refurbished attraction can provide a good few hours of unadulterated fun, just make sure you don’t eat before hand!


Zip World

Owned by the same entrepreneur, there are three Zip World locations spread out across Snowdonia. Their flagship zip line, a real feat of modern engineering, is the fastest in the world as well as the longest in Europe. You start the experience off by donning some pretty serious safety equipment and then it’s off and up to the Little Zipper – the smallest of the three zip lines that you can ride in the day.

By the time you make it up to the Big Zipper, you’ll be fast friends with the other members of your group and more than ready to race down the Big Zipper – zooming over the quarry lake at over 100mph.


Gorge Walking

When I arrived at my final adventure, more than a little windswept, I wasn’t sure quite what to expect from Gorge Walking. I’d neglected to research this last part of the day, imagining some kind of rope bridge river experience. I was greeted by a rather worrying sight when I pulled up in a remote car park: a group of grinning lads in wetsuits and bright red helmets. What had I got myself into? Soon I was zipped up in my own neoprene number and I was ready to walk some gorges.

The copious number of river systems that criss-cross Wales make for ‘perfect gorge walking’ – at least that’s what my instructor tells me as he virtually shoves me off a rock and into a 10-ft deep plunge pool.

Definitely not for the faint-hearted, Gorge Walking offers cheap thrills, just don’t expect to stay dry!

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May Day Bank Holiday with My Parents

Both of my parents should have retired a long time ago.

They got married incredibly young (my Dad was just 18 when he proposed) and have always cited their busy work lives as a driver behind their marital bliss.

Even at the ages of 60 and 62 they both still insist on pulling full time shifts. Dad used to be a mechanic, but the job proved to be too physical for him later in life. He now loves working down the local supermarket, talking to people all day and keeping active, stocking shelves. Mum’s been working as a receptionist at the same GPs for her entire working life, keeping order behind her desk and ensuring the most needy patients are seen first.

Bank Holidays tend to not mean much to people who live overseas for any great stretch of time, after all, it’s not like you can demand to have the May Day Bank Holiday off whilst you’re living in Dubai, just because everyone back home is taking it off. When I finally made it back to Blighty, after nearly 20 years spent abroad working, I had to remind myself (as well as my parents) all over again about the joys of Bank Holidays. These wonderful 3 or 4 day stints pop up throughout the year offering the British public a well earned break and a chance to indulge in extended weekend adventures.

When Bank Holidays come around, my parents usually like to indulge in a lie-in, get the papers and catch up on some television. However, since I returned to Conwy, I’ve insisted on them making the most of their time off. That’s how we found ourselves bundled into my car with a picnic hamper, rolling down the M6 on our way to glorious Devon.

Although Wales is full of great places to visit, not to mention some truly epic landscapes, my parents often have to be dragged kicking and screaming out of the country, even when we have the luxury of long weekends.

When I was a child they were always content with taking me to the beach and hiring a couple of deckchairs for the day. As much as I can still find huge nostalgic thrills from walking down our local waterfront, I don’t mind getting into the car and taking my parents out of their comfort zone.

Staunch patriots that my parents are, it takes a lot to convince them that there might be better beaches outside of Wales. However, they were pleasantly surprised by what we found on the gorgeous coast of North Devon.

With miles of coastal trails and paths to explores, there’s more than enough variety to appease even the most stubborn Welsh nationalist. After a day of breaking in and out of stunning moor land, my Dad was more than a little pleased to stumble across The Village Inn in the town of Lynton.

Lynton is one of those quintessential coastal towns that makes you feel like you’ve travelled back in time. There’s a functioning Cliff Railway system (the highest of it’s kind in the world) that hauls happy tourists up throughout the warmer months of the year and you can even a watch a movie in the adorable Lynton Cinema, a 68-seat capacity theatre that usually puts on two showings a day.

In addition to these charming diversions, there’s also the picturesque High Street that is home to some lovely cafes and souvenir shops.

After a long day of exploring Exmoor, it would have been nice to hole up in a pub for the evening and settle into a B&B for the evening, however this was May Bank Holiday and my parents were eager to get back to Conwy.

Within minutes of setting off from Lynton, the half pint of ale had taken effect and I spent the drive back to Wales listening to the soft rhythmic snores of my Mum and Dad.