I’ll never forget the drive over to Anglesey – sat nav on, cups of tea in hand, and me convinced we’d beat the traffic. Then, about 20 miles in, I took a “shortcut” through some winding lanes near Bangor, only to end up behind a flock of sheep that decided our car was their new shepherd. Classic me, turning a two-hour journey into three, but by the time we rolled up, we were buzzing with that proper holiday anticipation, windows down, sea air hitting us.

Pulling into the spacious driveway was a dream – no faffing about with narrow streets. It’s this cracking contemporary four-bed holiday home, tucked away on the outskirts of Amlwch in the rural spot of Mynydd Mechell, about 1.9 miles from Llanfechell. A former industrial unit done up to a high standard, it felt like our own little countryside hideaway. Stepped inside, kicked off the wellies in the handy hallway, chucked the washing on, and freshened up in the ground-floor shower. First impressions? Spot on – cosy, modern, and just begging for us to dump our bags and explore.

We didn’t have a rigid plan, which was the best bit. Anglesey’s got those postcard beaches, sure, but I’m all about stumbling on hidden gems by accident. First afternoon, we nipped out for a wander and somehow got lost down these tiny back lanes around Mynydd Mechell. Ended up at this secluded cove near Bull Bay – not a soul in sight, just waves crashing on pebbly shores and seals bobbing about like they owned the place. We picnicked on cheese rolls from the local shop in Amlwch, laughing at how we’d veered off the main road by mistake. Pure magic, that unexpected find.

Next day, same story – aimed for a quick walk near Llanfechell and took a wrong turn onto a footpath that led us through wildflower meadows to an old quarry turned nature reserve. Rabbits darting everywhere, butterflies the size of saucers, and not another human for miles. I sat there on a rock, mug of instant coffee in hand, having one of those gentle moments where you think, “Blimey, when did life get so busy back home? This is what it’s about – getting properly lost.” Felt a right numpty for not trusting my dodgy sense of direction sooner.

Evenings back at the house were bliss. We’d fire up the barbecue on the patio (weather held out, miracle), crack open a few local ales, and plan the next “get lost” adventure. One night, we chanced upon a tiny family-run café in Amlwch Port, hidden behind fishing boats – best fish and chips I’ve had in ages, with chips crispier than my nan’s roasties. Another detour led to a quiet headland viewpoint overlooking the Irish Sea, sun setting like it was putting on a show just for us.

Staying here made us ditch the maps altogether. Those off-the-beaten-track spots – the forgotten bays, secret paths, wee wild corners – they’re Anglesey’s real treasures. If you’re after proper relaxation with a side of serendipity, this is your spot. Can’t wait to go back and lose myself all over again.