The field I pitched in last night was full of empty caravans which meant I could pitch up against one of them and gain some shelter from the cold North wind and the rain. The rain pelted down the whole night and my departure was delayed waiting for the tent to dry, which was aided by hanging it in a shower stall in the solutions block. Meanwhile, I made porridge and coffee to drive out the cold.
The early part of today's route was at sea level, crossing grasslands where the growth was thick and heavy. Before long the boots were wet through and I walked in soggy socks for most of the day. The land rises at Rhiw to a height of over 180 metres, giving lovely views over coast line, mountains and valleys. To the front and inland the jaggy peaks of the Snowdon mountains are the stars of the show, while to the rest it is Hell's Mouth Bay.
The route drops back down again at Porth Bay to to continue rolling, wandering and meandering over small rises and descents in to the old village of Aberdarron. As I moved off the hill I passed the Becws Islyn Bakery which had a lovely range of bakery baked bread and cakes which I sampled in their upstairs coffee shop and in the bag of goodies I bought for tomorrow 's lunch.
After lunch, it was a long, slow haul up the road out of the village to return to the hillside for a short walk of a couple of miles to my next campsite. Like Rydolion, all the caravans were empty on the site and I pitched in front of one for protection from the elements. After showering and making dinner, I had just settled down for the night when the rain came and stayed intermittently for most of the night. It could have been worse; I could have been walking in it!
The early part of today's route was at sea level, crossing grasslands where the growth was thick and heavy. Before long the boots were wet through and I walked in soggy socks for most of the day. The land rises at Rhiw to a height of over 180 metres, giving lovely views over coast line, mountains and valleys. To the front and inland the jaggy peaks of the Snowdon mountains are the stars of the show, while to the rest it is Hell's Mouth Bay.
The route drops back down again at Porth Bay to to continue rolling, wandering and meandering over small rises and descents in to the old village of Aberdarron. As I moved off the hill I passed the Becws Islyn Bakery which had a lovely range of bakery baked bread and cakes which I sampled in their upstairs coffee shop and in the bag of goodies I bought for tomorrow 's lunch.
After lunch, it was a long, slow haul up the road out of the village to return to the hillside for a short walk of a couple of miles to my next campsite. Like Rydolion, all the caravans were empty on the site and I pitched in front of one for protection from the elements. After showering and making dinner, I had just settled down for the night when the rain came and stayed intermittently for most of the night. It could have been worse; I could have been walking in it!