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Day 6: Conwy—>Liverpool

Everyone was up early this morning to pack our clothes, car and memories from our amazing visit to North Wales and head north to Liverpool.

Mrs. Koog and B-Koog again made breakfast for us to use the remainder of our eggs and bacon rashers. We finished breakfast, finished packing and loaded the car for a quick stop in Conwy. I needed Welsh whiskey (don't judge me) and wanted to get freshly baked Welsh Cakes for the road. There was agreement from the boys to stop back inside the castle walls because they needed one more pass through...wait for it...The Knight Shop. I prepared them and Mrs. Koog (not that I needed to tell her how to say no) that under no circumstances was a purchase of a Katana, suit of armour or marble statue of a wolf approved.

I headed down the street to the Crafts Cymru store to grab Pendaryn Whiskey samplers. The shopkeeper was such a nice lady. We talked for several minutes and she said she grew up in a small house inside the castle walls and has never left. After that, I headed down a few doors to the bakery. I got 3 Welsh cakes, 2 pieces of chocolate cake for the boys and 1 steak and ale meat pie (for me).

As I walked back to the Knight Shop, I noticed Mrs. Koog and the boys sitting outside. Apparently, the store didn't open for another 15 mins. We took the opportunity to walk to the Quay side and sit by the water. I ate my pie and we chatted about how much we loved the view and our time in North Wales. I housed my breakfast steak and ale pie and we headed to the Knight Store for one final LOOK ONLY.

The drive to Liverpool was great. Mrs. Koog has this left side driving down! My heart started beating out of my chest as we started seeing signs for Goodison Park. I love Everton and their recent residence at the bottom of the Premiere League table has done nothing to shake my devotion. But a win now and again would be appreciated, lads!

We got tickets to tour the staduim for my birthday so, off we went! Not going to lie, I cried a few times. Seeing the lounges, the pitch and the locker room was super cool. Running through the tunnel onto the pitch was amazing. Seeing the boys so excited was probably the best gift of all! We headed to the shop to grab this years kits, did a final walk around the gate and headed back to the car.

Not sure if it's coming through in the narrative, but we've been busy! After the tour, we headed to our hotel on the Albert Docks and took a well deserved break before dinner. I was so tired, I had to close my eyes as we waited for our food. After dinner, we headed back to the hotel.

Tomorrow, we trek on to Scotland!

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