Penclawdd to Llangenneth

If it is not one thing it is another.  Today's challenge was high tides when, for my purposes, they needed them to be low! The path was flooded, necessitating a detour, then the path was flooded further on. Took off boots and socks and waded—having successfully tried that technique once before, so why not, but finally came to a flooded area too broad and deep to be waded, so through the woods it was.

Sometimes a day's walk is like navigating a maze, which is what that day's was, and since I am writing this a few days later and am kind of wiped out from about 20 miles of walking, there will be a brief photo show and that is all!

Driftwood on the biggest expanse of sand one can imagine.  It was the only thing that interrupted the nothingness (except for sand and things that live in the sand, of course) as far as the eye could see:

Looking down from the top of the dunes:

Just a bit of prettiness:

Wild horses way out in the estuary:

B and B for the night was, well, very quirky and doggy.  If you are curious, check out the web site and watch the short slide show.

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