Porthdinllaen – Episode 1

I still have sand in my trouser pockets and am working my way through the washing after a relaxing few days, rock pooling, crab lining, cricket playing, paddling, walking and watching the waves.  Last night, when I closed my eyes to go to sleep I could picture still the green sea, speckled with riding white horses and the dramatic purple, gray and green mountains dropping into the sea beyond.  

It was a nice image to end the day with, much more pleasant than the road still coming towards you after a day of driving.

The weather was very varied but never prevented pleasant pass times.

Rock pooling…

…is a serious business.

There was time for a bit of rock climbing…

…time for paddling…

…time for seal watching. “Whoah! Watch out for the waves!”

Here are some other rather wind swept seal watchers.

One of the seal watchers had caught a beetle, which she later made a sand castle for – and it ran away!

We decided that the beetle (named Sally, like every female teddy and animal her imagination plays with) would be much happier free than living in a sand castle.

The seals did not disappoint, each time we went to look for seals. At least one was there.

But it’s a place that Enid Blyton stories are made of and definitely one of my favourite places in Wales (apart from home of course!)

About deerfeet

I am a home-educating mother of four children. We live on a small holding in Wales and my husband is active in local politics and the lead pastor of our church, Festival Church.
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