It was another challenging day as far as the weather was concerned. The wettest August for 100 years, so I am told. Bill walked with me across the estuary and up a steep climb inland to put me on the old pilgrimage track to Tywyn. The pedestrian path is alongside the rail track across the estuary. I had to pay a £0.70 toll for the privilage which gave splendid views but also close-ups of how shoddy the bridge is with considerable rust and corrosion over all the structure. We could see that the top of the hill was in cloud and could only hope that it would clear but it didn't. Bill went back once we were on top but he had done me a huge favour by guiding me up to over 1000 feet on a path through the forest which he knew well. I then had a mostly downhill walk through what I'm sure was wonderful scenery of which I saw only the very wet track where I had to watch my step. It rained on and off and in the wind Brolly took a battering from which she will soon need treatment. She has worked hard again this year and is in need of a rest. Only one week to go. I came out of the clouds to enjoy the village of Llanegryn and then got as far as Bryncrug where I had to stop to get a bus back towards Barmouth. I thought it would be a drag getting off the bus and having to retrace my steps back across the estuary to Barmouth but the scenery, although grey and forbidding was spectacular. I am spending a third night with Bill who is very sleepy after his walk up the mountain but still cooked a good meal. Like Brolly, I feel rather battered and am looking forward to finishing soon and enjoying the comfort of home. Autumn is in the air and the leaves are turning in preparation to drop as I am.