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Around the corner to Abersoch

 It was just as well we weren’t in a rush to leave on Sunday morning. Farmer Robert was on fine form with lots of chat. We quickly covered off some sheep and lamb updates and moved on to the job he’s doing on the cottage next to the field. His farm is a little further away and this place came on the market twice. First time he missed out to a ‘developer’ who seems not to know one side of a stud wall from another. Robert had found radiators built behind them!

I asked about cottages bought for holiday use and he said that some of the locals moan but then “they are happy to do the building work, first in the queue”. We didn’t mention the old sketch, Come home to a real fire; buy a cottage in Wales. That one is best left alone 😀

So we said goodbye and vowed to be back and we drove through Aberdaron and over the headland to see Hells Mouth. This is a huge beach with its jaws open to the southwest and today the breakers were rolling in on the back of the recent gales. A few motorhomes were corralled together in one unofficial camping spot but we’d had enough of camping in a gale. 

Parking on the road with everyone else, we joined the surfing crowd and watched them trying to get to grips with very unpredictable waves. This was most definitely wetsuit weather and after 10 minutes watching we left them to it.



An inconsiderate driver had parked within 10cm of my front end. Why do that? Anyway I had just enough room at the back and off we went to Abersoch. As we drove around the corner the wind dropped and we were in another world. This is the land of F-Pace and Range Rovers. Everyone was shopping at Fat Face, Jack Wills and Joules.

The beach here is beautiful and very accessible to all kinds of craft. We watched young kids launch a dingy and sail across the bay and then walked around the headland into town. Peering through a pallisade fence I spotted the sad sight of a Land Rover graveyard.



We had a lovely ice cream from Two Islands and sat overlooking the boatyard and a Heron and Egrit.


We stayed overnight on a terraced site for ‘static tourers’. There’s no way that these would be towed very far as they are too big. The view here is amazing and one that I would never have thought about. The whole of Snowdonia is there with the sweep of the Cardigan bay coast stretching south as far as you can see.



We saw stars for the first time too as the clouds disappeared. In this dark sky area and with the moon rising late, we had an instant view of the Milky Way that really lived up to its name. Also one shooting star lingered as it moved across the sky but without a tail. It lasted for a second or so. Certainly long enough for a good gaze. 
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