We managed to escape the torrential rain and icy winds that invaded the last day of WakeStock and check ourselves into a quaint hotel amongst the valleys of Snowdonia!
Such a picturesque little place. Defiantly want to head back there at some stage, we ended up getting boozed beyond belief & after getting the boot out of one pub, then listening to a welsh male choir at another, stumbling in the back door after hours to find one hostile family not impressed with our presence. We then threw our limbs down a very ominous waterfall and into sheer darkness we plummeted down through the creek. For days I was finding bruises and starting to feel pain I wasn’t aware was there haha Such a good night !