Along the way this morning, was the largest camping+car site in the EU. Somehow, sleeping in a tent right next to your car, which is right next to hundreds of other people sleeping in tents right next to their cars, seems at odds with the experience of being one with nature.
Just after the car+tent extravaganza, was a two+ stretch of beach walking, not the kind of beach walking where you want to kick off your boots, through them over your neck (a really great feeling), and feel the sand and water between your toes, pero bueno. One third of the beach is devoted to people who want to cavort without being encumbered by bikinis and such:
This is where they get to cavort:
But at 8:15 on a chilly Sunday morning, not a tuchas was to be seen:
One may wonder whether the prosecution for overstepping the boundary is the same or different from that for not shutting a gate.
There was an optional mountain route today between Tal Y Bont and Barmouth. I was kind of scared to take it because the last optional route I took way back at Mostyn was a nightmare. But took it I did and it was just gorgeous, way more gorgeous than the photo would lead you to believe:
A sweet little waterfall en route:
Stone walls snaking through the countryside:
I don't have Ruth's name-the-mountain app, but I will call these hills Twin-Bosom-Peaks:
Now here is a structure waiting to serve as a sukkah:
I really liked my hotel, The Tilman, in Barmouth. It didn't look at all like the sukkah. Even though it was rooms over a bar-restaurant, not my favourite genre, everything worked so well, especially the shower, which, in these parts, tends to offer a different surprise every night. And the wi-fi was state of the art!
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