The Annual Walk (4)

It rained all through the night.   It was raining as we left Aberdaron and it rained most of the morning and the afternoon, too.   We ended up wading across a river.   I found it hard to appreciate the landscape because I was concentrating on surviving, but half registered that the northern coast of the Llyn is softer and more agricultural, less tourist-y, much of the coastline owned by the National Trust which avoids too many of the caravan parks beloved as a source of income by the small farmers.

I took photographs of stone walls for Mariana Cook:-



As we rounded the headland, we looked across to Bardsey Island:-


This was the cliff:-


And the fields:-


This was the river we had to cross:-


And this was the last beach:-



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