Walked a large part on the best beach in the country. Six miles of pristine sand which was the most perfect walking surface. No footprints, no litter, about one couple met every half hour, all in wall to wall sunshine. I donned my Crocs enabling me to cross the odd streams running across the sand into the sea.
I passed through Shell Island (not an island) which is reputed to be the largest camp site in Europe. It is all spaced on hummocky cropped grass with no overcrowding, and not as bad as it sounds.
In Harlech I visited an up market tearoom which even had a guy acting as Front of House. When I asked about the existence of the campsite I am on he went off and tephoned them and confirmed my stay for the night.
This is a small privately owned site with no hoodlums or shell suited, ear pierced tatooees which has been the norm on some of the sites so far. I am just waiting for the sun to go down a bit more before cooking.
I wrote a post last night and despite having s modest signal all day it has refused to go, so I suppose this one will go into the stack as well.
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