Damn! I forgot pillows!
Aberdaron has changed. You wouldn’t know to look at it. It is a timeless place after all: narrow streets, humpty back bridge, quaint buildings and people hoping to squeeze every penny they can out of the passing visitor.
It has changed though. Something in the air. Intangible. Maybe it is just me. Things seem further away than they did and the people here…they’re different somehow.
I had half an inkling that zoefruitcake would join me earlier than she suggested. Kind of like a surprise. But after struggling with the six-man tent I thought I’d check my phone for messages.
Now in the past, I’ve been with Orange, Virgin and O2. All had fairly good reception at this location. I am now with T Mobile. Checking my phone I discovered that T-Mobile coverage was non-existent in this part of Wales. Even travelling up the nearest mountains failed to produce even one bar of reception. Not to worry.
Still, I have a good pitch in Mr Jones’ campsite at Mynnedd Mawr. Far from the amenities, far from the road and cattle grid, but with a beautiful view.
The temperature drops, but the light is still strong at 10pm. A foreshadow to midsummer and the crowds that come in search of holiday nirvana. In a month, this very field will be full, the eleven tents here will seem like a back yard sleep over in comparisson, Campageddon will come to North Wales.