Saturday September 27th
This was to our last full day in North Wales. The rain was lashing down. The sheep and cattle in the fields near to our cottage looked bedraggled and sad. Did they know we were soon to be leaving?
What to do for our day? We decided to drive to Harlech. A walk around the castle and its' grounds was interesting.
Imposing Harlech Castle
We found this plaque and statue.
The Two Kings Plaque
The Two Kings statue
We then saw a beach in the distance and tried to find it. A sign pointed to Talybont, so we followed the road and ended up on a dirt track which came to an abrupt end. A path through woodland followed and so we thought this must be a shortcut to the beach. After twenty minutes walikng, we looked at each other and realised we were actually not making hardly any progress. Yes, we could see the sea in the distance, but it was almost like a mirage, so reluctantly we gave up and turned back. We drove back onto the main road and realised we were only eight miles from Barmouth. So as lunchtime was nearly upon us, we decided to go back there. Almost immediately, there was another sign for Talybont beach. So, even though the sun was still not out, Derek looked at me and realised he had no choice but to take me to Talybont. What a fabulous beach!
Deserted once more, no doubt because of the weather, but a great walk and finally we had a late lunch in Barmouth, at The Anchor Inn. A final walk along Barmouth beach ensued and a few more photos taken.
Last view of Barmouth
Bride and Groom being photographed.
A bride and groom appeared at the end of the causeway to have some wedding snaps taken. How they managed the walk I do not know, with the bride's trailing wedding dress, but they did!
Arriving back at the cottage for the last evening, we reflected on our week. As many of you know, my mother passed away on September 1st this year and the break was a respite from the trauma and grief that my family and I were feeling. It did help with those emotions. Would I go back there? Yes, definitely! Derek and I have an open invitation to Dorothy and Ken Roberts in Tywyn which we will keep. It will be lovely to see them again next year and once more, take in the delights of this beautiful, unspoilt part of Wales.