The walk today included a new experience: the flagging down of a train! I was supposed to walk to Porthmadog, which I did, and where I am staying for three nights, but the distance from Criccieth was a mere seven miles, so decided to go on to Llandecwyn Station, a platform with an automated voice that tells you relentlessly which of two trains is coming next, because this is a platform where only one train in each direction passes by every couple of hours, and, to boot, my direction was a non-scheduled stop. The instruction is that if you want the train to stop, and, indeed, I did, you have to SIGNAL CLEARLY to the conductor to stop el tren! Took off HAT, tied it to wrist to prevent its being blown away, and waved it madly as the two car jobee rolled into view. Success! Oh, the things that make us feel accomplished!
A stretch of the walk today was on the large and lovely Black Rock Sands beach:
Popular area for cyclists. Joanne?
Poor little lamb was so scared and could not find the way out!
Some things just catch your eye:
Hey, Dropboxers! Here is a piece of history for you!
The eponymous founder of Porthmadog (maybe):
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