Sunday, 11 April 2010

Hell's mouth

I've just had a wonderful weekend in North Wales. The gorse was out and so was the sun. The coast near Abersoc is fabulous and a walk along the coastal path is breathtaking. This part of the UK is so underrated and not as tacky as I had previously thought. This bit certainly isn't.
Sarah's parents house over looks a beautiful bay. The morning sun streams through the windows and breakfast outside is brilliant. It's going to be one of those days. Those unexpected days. Days you remember all your life.
We set off to walk a little bit of the coastal path and five hours later return, a little bit sun burnt, tired, and very contented. I love Wales. The walk had started at a beach called Hell's mouth. It's a surfers beach, but there is no surfing today. The sea is calm. There's a light breeze, and off we go. Sure we got lost, and the map wasn't helpful, but we did get back. Our legs are aching and our faces glowing.
We had arrived yesterday early afternoon. We stopped off to pick up some food, a baguette, some ham and tomatoes. When we got to the house we had lunch. I think I have found my perfect baguette.

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