Two items from yesterday: I saw two swans swimming along in the sea which seemed unusual to me, and departing Barmouth I walked through a caravan site first talking to the proprietor. He advised me about walking on the beach and mentioned some slippery rocks that would need to be negotiated if tide were high. He said "if you slip there you'll be drinking soup for the rest of your life", and not having heard the expression before I found it quite amusing.
Last night's site appeared to be perfect until I found I had pitched not far from the exhaust pipe of an oil fired heating plant which emitted a loud roaring noise for periods of fifteen minutes at unpredictable intervals, thankfully this problem went quiet after midnight.
Today I crossed the estuary to Portmadog and saw Portmerion across the bay as well as a brief flirtation with the pretty Festiniog Railway. I also had great views of the rock cliffs of Tremadoc where I climbed several times with my old pal Tony. The walking has been attractive but not quite so spectacular and it has been hot.I am camped about a mile north of Criccieth out in the country on a pleasant, private and orderly site, or so it would seem at the moment.
I spent a lot of tome chasing down a gas cylinder in Portmadoc. Because there are clip on, pierce and threaded, mine being threaded they seem to be difficult to find.
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