Days 56-58 – Pwllheli to Nefyn
So I’ve returned from the other side, a round of Lleyn, a time-distanced land where there is no internet, where I walked on cliff paths, you know, proper ones with plants and birds and rocks and things, and a fly with a buzz that made just a pleasant sound in the gorse instead of bugging my face.
After a rest day at Abererch, I set out southwest, first to Pwllheli, then to Llanbedrog and Abersoch. The burgeoning holiday crowds of this scattered community gave way around the peninsula to breezy Hell’s Mouth and then sleepy Aberdaron, before I found that far west headland in the rain this morning. Strangely austere (in the non political sense) and uplifting.
I have to confess to being very slow. My shins have been sore, though the stop light has not illuminated yet. With plenty more tarmac to come, I may well break at Caernarfon for the sake of future ventures. But that I’ll decide in a couple of days.
And hi to the lovely Scottish family I met near Gwyddel yesterday. Each step is one nearer to lunch