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I had intended this trip to be one of solitude. Solitude is overrated. Zoe left at lunch time and shortly after I went for a 3 mile walk on the top of Mynnedd Rhiw. As you can tell from the pictures the weather had turned in sympathy to my mood. Grey and miserable. The rain…
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Failure to find Chinese food the night before, lack of reception, difficulty in finding a small portable radio and realising that few places take cards in these parts brings home how remote this place can be. Warnings of weather changes ahead start to foster concern in my mind. The likelihood being that my holiday may…
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Went to sleep to the sounds of dogs barking and woke to the sounds of a murder of crows attacking, what I later discovered was, binbags. 5am – Nobody about. Dense fog across the land. How is it that the most beautiful place in the world can hide itself under a blanket of cloud? How…
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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…
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To be sat on the veranda or patio of a shore side bar in a peacefully quiet gloriously sunny seaside village or town. Watching the waves lap the shore and people bustling about getting ready for the impending summer rush. I would sit there, feet up, book by my side, hat donned, reactive spectacles reacted.…
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