The following photo shows three bridges over the River Conwy. The one in the center, the Conwy Suspension Bridge, is one of the oldest suspension bridges in the world, completed in 1826. The modern auto bridge to the left now handles car traffic, and the bridge to the right is for trains, but you can walk over the historic old bridge for a pound. It leads more or less right into the nether reaches of the castle. Which is spectacular.
The medieval town of Conwy itself has many charms. The most gimmicky is this "smallest house in Britain." (It's the red one.)
Much more interesting, though obscured by scaffolding at present, is the Aberconwy House, a merchant's abode dating from the 14th century and now tended by some very nice, aging gentlemen who take you on a tour and give you the history. At one time the house was a temperance hotel. Teetotalers! Imagine that.
No scaffolding detracted from the excellent fish and chips we ate for lunch in Conwy, or the vanilla slice we scarfed down on the street before returning to Llandudno for our final night in Wales before crossing the border and flying back home out of Manchester.
I'll leave you with a few more animal pictures from Conwy, Llandudno, and the Great Orme…just because. Note the sheep who wandered off their field and onto a traffic median, where they continued peacefully grazing. That's the kind of place Wales is.