Saturday, 12 September 2015

Journey to Nefyn

By ten this morning I'd picked up Saralee and Mark from their hotel. By eleven they'd decanted their essential week's luggage into our two small suitcases, to fit everything needed into the car boot. By eleven fifteen we were on our way up the A470 in decent travelling weather, making our way to Nefyn, on the north coast of Llyn. 

We stopped for a hearty pub lunch in Builth Wells, then for tea in Porthmadog harbour, did our food shopping in Lidl's on the outskirts and arrived forty minutes later than planned. This meant that the owner was leaving us late for a supper engagement and gave us hasty instructions to get us started. 

We failed to ask the wi-fi password, and found the weak and variable phone signal didn't aspire to 4G, and just occasionally in down-times offered to connect us to Irish BT services – on a clear day you can see the mountains of County Wicklow in Eire from our holiday house at Penisarlon farm on a hillside above the cliffs in the hamlet of Pistill a mile and a half east of Nefyn itself. 

The view was amazing, as the sun set through a sky alive with fast moving small clouds. What a great place to stay, with or without proper connectivity.

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