Much better weather today, so I made it past "Hell's Mouth" - scene of numerous shipwrecks and even today a site of confused water - and round the end of the Lleyn peninsular, onto the north coast of Wales. Met Mike Marshall, paddling with a small group from Oxford, and stopped for a chat.
Gradually, the coastline became gentler, with grassy slopes descending almost to the water.
At Porth Dinllaen, there is the first guaranteed shelter from westerlies, and I put in there, ready for a long tow in search of somewhere to pitch camp. To my great good fortune, I was welcomed by a family gathered to pursue a major DIY project on their house, fed and watered royally, and offered the back garden as a campsite. Thanks Fran, Trish, Gus, Charles & Peter! Once again, extraordinary lives emerged in the conversation: trekking with disabled children in the Annapurna; years spent volunteering in southern Africa...
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