Today down at Crashpad Lodges the sun was shining as we checked out one set of guests and checked in a new set of guests. Changing 18 beds, cleaning the kitchen and 3 bathrooms in 4 hours is just do-able.
I have very high standards when it comes to cleaning and as to be honest I absolutely love it. The smell of laying fresh linen and scrubbing up the oven after a party of families have overcooked the bacon on the grill is something that brings me pleasure as I know a good time has been had.
Seeing one happy party leave and another party, their faces all lit up when they arrive at Crashpad Lodges (its quite an adventure getting there, through fields of sheep, highland cows and horses, through a stream and off road in parts!) is a pleasure to see.
I never get tired of visiting Crashpad even if it is to clean! This video is of Josh and I on the way down to do the turnover, with Captain Chunk chasing the Landrover as usual. And notice the Snowdon Mountain Railway train!
Have a great Friday everyone 🙂
Creating more time for pleasure and “time-out” is something that I personally aim to achieve in my life and with Time Consumed. My aim in life is to fill my memory bank full of stories, of time spent with loved ones and to remember what life is all about.
4 years ago my husband and I put together a business plan when we found a great opportunity to purchase a old Welsh Farmhouse in North Wales. My husband was recovering at the time form a back tumour and coming to the realisation that his profession which is outdoor adventure training would be in tatters as he wouldn’t be insured to take people out on activity trips.
We spent 3 months putting together a business plan, countless meetings with banks and countless times we were turned away. Until one day a bank said yes.
4 years on and we have been in business for 2 years and yes it is hard, and yes it is stressful but we have poured our hearts and souls into Crashpad Lodges.
We have witnessed many families have amazing experiences, spending time with one another swimming in the stream which runs around the bunkhouse, jumping off the bridges into the icy waters, walking up Snowdon Mountain which is located behind the lodge coming with photos of their galant return to time spent cooking and in-front of the lodges roaring fire.
When times get hard as they sometimes do, if the generator packs in or a sheep has pulled down our boundary fence once again, I am reminded of the memories we help to create for all the families, the running clubs, hiking groups, charities and young offenders from the city who leave rested, full of life and memories to cherish forever.