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Whistling Sands

The campsite at Morfa Nefyn is at Porth Dinllaen Farm (no website but there’s a link here) and has been run for five seasons by an on-site warden and his wife.

Eric retired from the army and decided to do this. As a quartermaster in such places as Kuwait and Afghanistan, he has all the right credentials and you can see his influence. CoVID19 security was tight with gels mandatory entering and leaving the kitchen or washrooms. These are cleaned three times a day. Who else would do this early and late?



Next season, post-Eric, the farm family are apparently going to run the site. I wouldn’t want to judge but looking at the farm, I doubt that they will be as effective as Eric.

We moved on towards our next campsite at the end of the peninsula, stopping off at the NT car park above the Whistling Sands beach, Porth Oer. Here the sand is supposed to whistle when you walk on it but we weren’t holding our breath, as a camper had been and said nothing happened when he tried!

Firstly though we had a great conversation with a couple driving a Land Rover 88” in original shabby condition. The payment machine indicated that an app could be used and so I did. However mine was out of date and needed an update and then re-entry of my credentials. There was the modern version of a queue; not people searching for change or trying to enter details into a dodgy keypad. Rather we were all heads down in our phones, entering details like vehicle type ( I almost used our Golf which was already setup).

Then of course I needed the loo and this made me chuckle. 



The beach is fabulous and you can indeed make the sand whistle. Although, as Edmund Hyde Hall put it so eloquently in c1810, “ it emits a shrill crackling noise, curious certainly but very offensive to the sense of hearing”.



We went for a swim. I know it’s September and so the water is supposed to be warm. It wasn’t. Not a bit. We had a good swim and full immersion but after ten/fifteen minutes we were ready to get out. Let’s just say that it took most of the rest of the day to get warm even after a romp up and along the cliff! 😁





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Rachel said…
Fantastic post - impressed that you swam.. Phil and I managed a sea swim in West Runton which was also a bit on the chilly side. Feels good afterwards though (once you manage to eventually get warm). Good for you too, all that freezing water!
11 September 2020 at 18:35
Tim said…
Thanks Rach 😁
11 September 2020 at 18:45
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