I went to visit my friend Melanie and her new cottage in the slatey foothills of Snowdonia - this must have been the last great glorious day of 2010, but it was wonderful to be back home in north Wales where I spent so many years. We went to Llandudno, that great Victorian resort - a great hark back to a golden age of walks by the seaside.
I couldn't persuade Melanie to engage me in a spot of crazy golf at the fake Austrian ski chalet halfway up Llandudno's Great Orme, but we did climb to the top. For all my bluster about not liking exercise (I do generally find recreational walking pointless and oppressive) there's nothing better than a good walk every couple of years, especially in the company of an old friend who doesn't mind you moaning every step of the way.
When you come visit me in Geneva we'll go for a nice long walk, it'll be lovely.
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You'll have to wait until the postman tells you.
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