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Windy headlands


The coast path follows quite rugged scenery around the headlands of the peninsula and we walked around the north side, over Mynydd Mawr itself  towards Porth Oer. At the top is a coastguard lookout which for some reason hasn’t been used for over twenty years.
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I like the way in which there are smaller farmsteads spread right up the hillsides. Some are still very ‘primitive’ and others ‘gentrified’




I can’t remember the name for this flower but I believe it’s quite rare or at least hard to spot. That’s because it only flowers on one day so I guess we were lucky😁



It was a good walk of eight miles or so with a lunch stop on a rocky beach and a few people with whom to pass the time of day. Certainly though this part of the coast isn’t busy.

We passed one lady who was walking from our turnaround at Porth Oer to our start at Mynydd Mawr. She wasn’t sure how she was going to get back and like us, assumed it would be along the roads and tracks. Only afterwards did I think that I should have asked for her car keys. We could have driven it back to her finish and our start.  🤔

Back at Robert’s campsite we needed no persuasion to try a cream tea from Mrs Jones’ café. So many calories were expended and then replaced in just a few minutes.


We had moved down to the bottom of the field to be away from the-three-lads-in-their-tent. On Friday night they thought they were in the pub and were having a very loud time in what is a beautiful place with the wind and the waves usually to be heard. Unfortunately the wind hadn’t blown away their shouts and laughs which continued until the early hours.

We chatted down there to a chap from Chester (who I thought was a scouser). He’s a bricklayer who was camping for the first time in years. He seemed a bit sad, looking out to sea for much of the time but I didn’t probe and we talked about Liverpool FC and I showed him how to read a map. He hasn’t walked far as he thought he’d get lost in the lanes. Rather than get lost I think he might have walked a little too far. Now he can read a Landranger map he should do better.

Another chap had been cooking Bass that he’d caught and I wished I had a rod and lure to cast off the rocks. It turns out that he has been furloughed for so long that he doesn’t know what to do with himself. He’s spent a month in Cornwall and now is content to while away the hours on the Llŷn Peninsula.

A couple were driving a Defender 130 (Rapier) which was instantly attractive due to the purr of the V8 under the bonnet. Originally with a full tilt (soft top), replaced years ago with a custom camper box and and is now very shabby chic. We had a couple of long chats and  he even pinched my sliding worktop idea.


We made a final move to try to get out of the wind and strapped down the roof porch. It was a wild night, even wilder than the previous ones and up there with the roof catching the wind and the Landy swaying about all night, you could imagine being on a boat.



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Rachel said…
Not jealous of your windy experiences however - I do not like camping in high winds!!
13 September 2020 at 19:04
Tim said…
I’d had so little sleep due to noisy neighbours the night before that I didn’t care and slept through most of it. Dawn meanwhile was very disturbed!
13 September 2020 at 21:35
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