What a difference good weather makes. I have had a reasonable night except for a group with one particulary loud Canadian voice in the next field who were still talking when I woke at 4 am and then a baby started crying. When I got up at 9 am I had thought of a few things to say to the Canadian but amazingly he was already up and was neadly 7 foot tall. I gave him a withering look and he put on music which was as dull as his voice last night. Aberaeron was heaving with Bank Holiday bustle, everyone pleased about the good weather. It's the busiest weekend of the year down here so livelihoods depend on the sun shining. It seems that the family unit is very close in Wales with grandparents having an especially important role. Lovely cliff top path to New Quay which was positively heaving, the seagulls deliriously happy with so many unfinished fish and chips around. The cliff path south was very slow going and I wasn't sure where I would end up. It's mayhem in the campsites and all accomodation is booked so I was prepared to wild camp since the weather was so good. I was tired by 6.30 pm when a heavenly beach appeared and behold a little flat patch beside the path aloft. There I am perched and have had a wonderful evening. On the menu was dried whitebait from Japan, miso soup also from Japan followed by a chicken and mushroom pie. I'm writing this on the beach as the tide comes in. It's a very dark night. Andy came up and sat down beside my tent as I was eating earlier. He told me this was all National Trust property which means there should be no camping. Andy was not bothered. He's a stay-at-home dad bringing up 2 children, so he was out for a walk having put them to bed and was glad to chat. I'm going to put myself to bed soon as there's nothing else to do but go to sleep with the sound of the sea in my ears.