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Halcyon days


We were entertained when a couple of guys turned up in two cars and proceeded to try to erect their two tents. Never has it taken so long to achieve some sort of erect-ness.

These fellas spent well over an hour with the first. These are small tents with just three or four poles.

They made a reasonable attempt at it and celebrated with a couple of beers. Then it was onto the second and a couple more beers and another hour and the tiny tent was up. We laughed with them as they turned to the first to improve on the initial attempt, by dismantling it and starting again. We suggested that maybe two more beers would help.

I have never, ever seen two people struggle so much when erecting a tent and yet keep on smiling and chatting throughout. It was a world first for me.

At the bottom of the lane in Llanbedrog is a wonderful house, built in gothic style, that for many years has been an outlet for art. Plas Glyn-y-Weddu  (the mansion of the Widow’s glen) is now a formal gallery and we went for a CoVID19 secure visit.

The artwork is mainly paintings by local people but there are some sculptures and also photographs by members of a local group.

They also do a great latté and fruit scone. We sat in the garden, totally overwhelmed by another very warm and sunny day.


Calories in = calories out and we climbed up the Mynydd again to view Llanbedrog beach from above a 100m shear cliff and then walked around it to overlook Abersoch beach.



There we stripped and had a swim but there were several jellyfish floating by which curtailed it. The walk back was a choice between a climb over the mountain or a teasing walk around the headland at low tide. We didn’t know if this would be possible but as there was an hour still before low tide and the map seemed to suggest that low tide would just clear the rocks, we decided to try.


There are no further photos as the phones had to go up in our backpacks. The splash through the end of low tide became almost a wade as we reached the crux. It was all safe and quite amusing. The escape route had been plotted, and although it would have required a clamber over seaweed rock, we could have walked off.

Afterwards we had a new bbq meal style of chicken with courgettes and peppers in pitta. The starter was bbq corn on the cob. We finished with a sloe gin and a nice candle and then looked for shooting stars 😁




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Rachel said…
What a fabulous time you're both having - sounds amazing. Your writing is selling Wales to me - but I guess the weather is also helping! So glad you've managed to get away...
19 September 2020 at 09:35
Tim said…
The weather could break it yes, as anywhere. The scenery is stunning and very ‘Cornish’. Lots of cliffs, seals, views and short distances.
19 September 2020 at 12:33
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