Morfa will be hard to find on a map. It's six miles from the tip of the Lleyn Peninsular and a little short of where I'd scheduled. This is not a problem but we have a long way tomorrow to get to a hostel booked at Llangian. The trouble was that we had to visit Caernarfon Castle which I had left till James was here. As a military gentleman he would have to visit and we both enjoyed its splendid magnificence. I am quite an authority on King Edward I having seen and learnt of what he did in both Wales and Scotland. I am amazed at his energy.
We then had to have a coffee and shop for two days in preparation for the Lleyn Peninsular so it was after 1 o'clock when we set off walking from Nefyn where we left his jeep. There is a path all along the cliff tops from Nefyn which gives stunningly beautiful views of a magical coastline. Beaches of either sand or shingle, rocky outcrops and today, a cocktail of wind with a dash of sunshine.
There are lots of caravans and campsites full of families wishing summer would come. We eventually stopped exhausted at Morfa where we found a field for campers with just four of us in it but only two loos, a tap in the corner of the field where we are but no showers. Kaya, who is dancing in Germany for a few days, would not like this! James performed heroically for Queen and country in Afghanistan and carried an impressively large rucksack complete with a bottle of port but he has come with a missing part of his tent frame, no pegs and a pipe with no tobacco. I lent him one tent peg but otherwise he is pegged down in a strong wind with twigs one side and attached to bushes the other. These are moments to savour! It has stopped raining. Liz is blogging again.
