Day Eight. Miles today: 177. Miles total: 1200.
Left Aberaer at 7.30 after a night's sleep rather like the curate's egg - good in parts. No hedgehogs, but a ewe that had been clearly smoking Capstan Full Strength for many a year, and an opiniated trio of mallards that dropped in at last light and only flew off once they had established that I was fully awake. Weather still fine, and a fantastic charge up the east
coast to Barmouth.
As there are a couple of long estuaries hereabouts, enterprising souls have built private bridges to save the trip round the top, and charge accordingly. With the shocking price of fuel, they must be laughing their socks off... I stopped off in Barmouth to try to revive a reluctant phone, via the good offices of Simon Hughes of barmouthmobilebermo@gmail.com. What a nice man- even when confronted with the techno eejit of all time, he just got amongst it and got the ball rolling. It's going fine now, Simon, you're a don.
Then on to the Lleyn peninsula, home of fantastic, delicately flavoured lamb, grown on the salt marshes. Also stunning views. Finally a dash up the coast to Caernarvon and then down to Lanberis to the youth hostel, in the shadow of Snowdon.
More later.
[Due to the phone problems, the photos for the last few days arrived today jumbled up together. They can be found using the link below. - Ed.]
Photos from days 5 through 8.
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