Anywhere on Mothering Sunday (mum wouldn't let us call it mothers day.
Mum was never a morning person, so she would wake up at about 10.00, have several cups of tea and cigarettes.
About 12.30 she would decide where she wanted to go.
We lived in Lancashire, we went to Port Merion, it was shut.
We went to Edinburgh, it was shut.
This was the late 1970s or early 80s. Most places were shut on a Sunday.
So we just went on a long (hungry, mum didn't believe in breakfast) drive.
A, still hungry, walk around a closed place (mum said we would eat when we got there).
In the case of Port Merion it was a walk around the car park and a glimpse of it through a bush.