I’ll never forget the drive over to Anglesey – we piled into the car from Cheshire, full of beans after stopping for fish and chips in Llandudno, only for me to take a wrong turn just past the Britannia Bridge and end up looping through some back lane that looked like it hadn’t seen tarmac since the war. Typical me, always relying on sat-nav but ignoring the signs. Still, by the time we crossed onto the island proper, the sun was peeking through, and I was buzzing with that proper holiday anticipation – visions of endless beach walks and cracking sunsets.

Pulling up to our stylish first-floor apartment in the coastal village of Marianglas, I was chuffed to bits. It’s just 1.1 miles from Benllech, with this cracking private balcony overlooking sweeping sea and mountain views, and plenty of off-road parking which was a godsend after our little detour. Stepping inside felt like a treat: light pouring through massive windows into an open-plan living space, all sleek and modern with comfy furnishings. The kitchen had everything for knocking up a fry-up, and three bedrooms meant we weren’t tripping over each other – a king-size en-suite, a double, and a twin. First impressions? Spot on for kicking back after a day’s traipsing.

We hit the ground running with walks, of course – Anglesey’s made for it. Day one, the weather was glorious, proper blue skies, so we ambled down to Marianglas Bay, just a short stroll from the door. Sand between toes, waves lapping, seals popping up like nosy neighbours. We pushed on along the coastal path towards Benllech, about a couple of miles out, dodging rock pools and nattering about nothing. Light-hearted stuff, with me pretending I wasn’t knackered after five minutes uphill. Lunch was pasties from the village shop, scoffed on a bench with views that made you forget the world.

But oh, the British weather – it’s got a right sense of humour, hasn’t it? Next morning, we’d planned a longer hike along the cliffs to Traeth Bychan, maybe four miles round trip, soaking up those rugged Anglesey edges. Bags packed, boots on... then the heavens opened. Biblical rain, wind whipping off the Irish Sea like it had a personal grudge. Plans scuppered, we hunkered down on the balcony under a brolly, mugs of tea in hand, watching the grey sheets roll in. Laughed about it, actually – me reflecting that I’m always the one who packs too many layers but forgets the proper waterproofs. Turned it into an indoor adventure: board games in the sitting room, Smart TV on for a bit of footie, while the storm raged.

By afternoon, it cleared just enough for a gentle yomp around the local lanes, puddles everywhere but that fresh post-rain glow on the hills. We spotted rabbits and even a heron down by the shore. Evening brought a rainbow arching over the sea – magic. Those weather flips kept us on our toes, mixing bracing coastal hikes with cosy retreats, and honestly, it made the stay feel alive, not some scripted itinerary. Anglesey’s walks are brilliant like that – unpredictable, but always rewarding. Can’t wait to go back and chase more of those moody skies.