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 fell. And fell. And fell. And fell.
The wind. Blew. Blew. Gusted. Bellowed. Huffed. Puffed.
Wales missed Zoe as much as I did.
Cold. Damp. No radio. Not the holiday I had envisaged. I cooked burgers in the living area of the tent looking through the small window overlooking rain sodden fields watching the peaceful surroundings turn into a violent maelstrom.
Campaggeddon postponed for the post rain period.
“Thundery downpours” – said Thomas Shaffenacker on the car radio.
Stuff this. Time to call it a day and head to Zoe’s.
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 be cut short by bad weather. This is not a bad thing. This holiday is already costing me more than I had anticipated.
Today it was more of the same
– visit to Porth Ysgo
– Visit to Pwllheli (Carvery Lunch)
– Geocaching taking in –
– – visit to Porth Oer
– – Visit to Porth Colomon
– – Visit to Rhiw
– Dining out at Aberdaron on a beach side veranda (Mixed Grill)
Bits of rain. Not too bad weatherwise though.
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 can I possibly show off the picturesque vistas to a Llyn virgin when visibility is so low?
By 10am I was bored having walked as far as I dare without worrying that my imminent visitor would be unable to find me. The fog had lifted and the clouds were breaking overhead. I thought walking to the end of the lane to meet zoefruitcake would be a nice surprise.
The surprise, however, was for me. My parents. They too had chosen to visit the area this weekend and had just visited the Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty by my campsite and had run into me less than half a mile into my walk to the end of the lane. They invited me to join them on their day out but I declined, explaining about my imminent visitors arrival.
No sooner had their car rounded the bend on the crest of the hill and vanished out of sight but the familiar red of Zoe’s Smart car appeared.
As regular readers will know; I can’t do anything right. Zoe’s car is a 2 seater with no boot. I’d forgotten about that. So after saying hello and providing unneeded directions to the camp-site, I retraced my steps back along the road past Pen Bryn Bach to my base for the week.
As the day progressed I became wary of how boring it might be for someone not sharing the “Love of the Llyn” – sitting in the passenger side being driven through rolling countryside to remote destinations. None-the-less, the days itinerary included:-
- The view of Porth Neigwl from Rhiw
- The cairn on Rhiw
- The Ty Coch on Porthdinllaen
- The Parents
- Pwllheli (in an attempt to locate a Chinese restaurant)
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.
As I sit and write, mist and clouds roll in from the Irish Sea and Cardigan Bay, shrouding Bardsey in a cloak of cloud.
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.
So this is the plan.
There is a walk I’d like to do. It is a long long walk. But I think it would help me clear my mind and procrastinate without actually sitting on my arse playing World of Warcraft all day. It would probably help me get fit too. I am terribly out of shape and I worry that unless I start to be proactive about stuff I will end up in an old people’s home being force fed puréed carrot by a Polish nurse with BO.
Continue reading “Planz”
A mammoth walk. Sun. Sea. Sand. Dreadful types.
Continue reading “Holly Day Part 2”
So yeah, I had a stonker holiday. Despite an iffy start with Blood pressure threatening to make my head pop the rest of the hols were tiptop.
The Vaykayshun avec pictures