Day 54 – Llandecwyn to Abererch
Today will rank as memorable, for two good reasons and, well, two not so. It was certainly a fine morning sharing coffee and chatting with my two great friends John Rowell and Marion Waine, who came down to meet me in Porthmadog. Not only that, they witnessed the retiring of my first pair of shoes after 1200 miles, and the unveiling of a new pair, which I donned straight away and walked out of Millets into the rain.
The first five miles out of there took me around the estuary and out onto the firm sands of Morfa Bychan, a delight despite the persistent rain.
It was into and out of Criccieth that the route once again let me down. Gwynedd council now have the dubious honour of presiding over the worst-maintained section of footpath on my 1000 miles to date. And then the last five miles were all on the main A497. The Wales Coast Path, I’m afraid, outside of the established walking areas of Gower, Pembrokeshire and Ceredigion, is becoming a joke. I hope I haven’t damaged my shins on the roads.
Just when I thought I couldn’t be more dispirited, I was offered a free campsite space and, since the shop was closed, some food by John at Abererch Sands campsite That simple human gesture of recognition means the world when you’re wet and knackered. Than you so much. We live on …