Part one:

Far from the Crowd: Notes from a Rainy Night in Anglesey by Elena Bejenaru

Yesterday, we arrived in Anglesey and pitched our tent at Thyn Ross. Naturally, we chose the most remote corner of the campsite — so far out, you’d think we were planning to start our own off-grid commune. People kept asking us, “Why on earth did you camp all the way over there?”

Well, the answer is simple (and mildly embarrassing): Jackie snores like a chainsaw, and I have… digestive talents of the musical variety. 😂

Once the tent was up, Jackie and I set off to explore. We walked barefoot along the ocean, shivering through the cold water, soaking up the views, and savouring ice cream, yes, ice cream in the cold while sitting on a swing in the kids’ park. We laughed about our childhood memories, reflected on therapy sessions, and talked about the land in Brașov and the children sponsored through the Compassion project.

Walking on the beach barefoot in the cold water we talk about the tide that was coming in fast, it’s fascinating how quickly the ocean returns, only to vanish again hours later.

Back at the tent, we cracked open some tequila, played cards, and laughed until our faces hurt. Sarah and John joined us, sharing their kayaking adventures. When they said they “are one with the kayak,” I realised how much of a beginner I still am. So far, I’ve used a different kayak every time, none of which felt like it was made for me.

Another group of people just arrived and settled their tent, some of them had stopped by for a chat, then we played frisbee, and then headed to the local pub with Sarah, John and Jackie. There, I listened to their stories from past trips, tales of waves, weather, and wonder. It was one of those evenings where you just lean in and soak up the camaraderie.

Then the rain came.

We returned to our tents and vans, and I curled up in my sleeping bag, lulled by the rhythmic tapping of raindrops on the tent, nature’s own lullaby. That is, until 2 AM, when the rain turned into a full percussion concert and the cold crept in.

I added another blanket, grabbed my phone, and started writing these words wrapped in the quiet, damp harmony of a Welsh night, as the rain slowly began to ease.

Good night