CI – Nefyn to Caernarfon

Hasteful MammalHAVING previously forecast a lot of rain that turned out to be made of golden sunshine, the Met Office recently managed an unspectacular return to form by accurately predicting cloud cover over North Wales.  Which is a bit like predicting sunshine in the Sahara.  But at least I was forewarned and therefore prepared…

Prepared to take no notice whatsoever, that is.

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C – Porth Oer to Nefyn

Hasteful MammalAT THE end of my 99th walk I limped my way along the roads from Porth Oer to Nefyn and it was not at all unpleasant, though I refused to count it as part of my walk.

For my 100th walk, I returned to Porth Oer and basically did the same journey again only this time I stuck to the coast.  It was miles better! And also longer: by a mile and a half to be exact.

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XCIX – Aberdaron to Porth Oer

Hasteful MammalMY 99TH walk was supposed to carry me from Aberdaron from to Nefyn. And technically it did but not quite as I’d intended. As it turned out, I abandoned the coast path after only nine miles and walked the rest of it by road.  This was in no way what I had planned and I quickly resolved that I would return and complete the coast path route next time.  So why did I do this?

Let me take you through it step by step…

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XCVIII – Pwllheli to Aberdaron

Hasteful MammalTOWARDS the end of May, with a weather forecast of ‘heavy showers’ interspersed with ‘heavy rain’, I returned to that part of Gwynedd that used to be Caernarfonshire to embark upon a challenging couple of walks.  The first, from Pwllheli to Aberdaron, was about 25 miles, which promised to be hard going in the expected rain.

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XCVII – Portmeirion to Pwllheli

Hasteful MammalI AWOKE at an unearthly hour in Portmeirion, which was not entirely unconnected to the discovery that my phone’s alarm clock remains active even if the phone is turned off.  Its beeping and warbling thus ate up any charge it had managed to recover overnight. Still, this meant that I was awake and, after a light snooze, I was able to watch the sun rise and to amble about the village in its first rays.  It was lovely.

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