Down and Out in Caernarfon

We left Whistling Sands Thursday pm for windy paddle to north of Trefor. Chilled in Cofi Roc with Mike on Friday, are getting fed up with being weather bound and leaving tomorrow,giving Anglesey a miss due to weather and time Chester being our priority if possible.Managed to get Rob in the buff,

A Friendly Pilgrim

 

A quick update.  We are at Porth Oer after a long day from Shell Island yesterday. Kay had a close encounter with dolphins, so close you could almost reach out and touch their fins. Got all psyched up to go through Bardsey sound, and then found it flat calm and friendly. The pilgrim Expedition feels like it’s nearing home now. Going to try and get up towards Trefor today. We’ve just had a Whistling Sands breakfast which should help. Trying not to take too much of this squeaky sand with us.

Dolphins, and a bacon buttie too far

 

Finally left Pembrokeshire and were welcomed into Ceredigion by dolphins. No shooting at Aberporth thankfully as it was a Sunday. Stopped at Cwm Tydu and bumped into Marcus searching for turbidites. Monday, and paddling on to Aberaeron for bacon butties and cappucinos and check the forecast. Steve then decided to make a push for rounding the Lleyn before the bad weather arrives. The remaining three are continuing to coffee shop hop and had tea in the evening sunshine in Aberystwyth. Currently (almost midday Tuesday) sipping jet boil coffee in Tywyn, powering to paddle to Barmouth against the tide.Hoping all is well with Steve.

It’s not getting easier …

We are still in Newport. Think we need to move on to give  our livers a rest. Spent yesterday on a guided tour with our campsite owner in Cwm Gwaun brewery, then onto the Dyffryn Arms, reputedly the oldest pub in Wales. Spent all afternoon with many interesting characters and my stomach muscles now ache from laughing so much (thought the paddling would have sorted these out by now). We met Charles’s Darwin’s great great grandson, an international peace prize winner, a south Walian harbourmaster and Bessie the famous landlady of the pub.

I have no idea how many units  of alcohol were consumed.  Today has been much more sober. Explored Newport, and gently declined an invite to be taken to Bessie’s again. Big news, the girls won this round of come dine with me. Psyching ourselves up to move on tomorrow. Will be sad to leave Pembrokeshire.