Woke to a grey, but still, morning, and breakfasted with Peter - builder of environmentally-friendly buildings (timber frames, turf roofs, etc.) He, Gus and Charles walked down to the harbour to see me off at 0800, and I paddled north towards Anglesey.
The visibility was intermittently poor, so for much of the time I was surrounded by grey sky and grey sea, occasionally filled with a multitude of seabirds: gannets, shearwaters, shags, gulls, and others. Holyhead mountain, and the Anglesey coast emerged occasionally from the murk, only to recede again into vague forms indistinguishable from the general greyness.
Eventually, the unmistakable form of Rhoscolyn hove into view, and the paddle was completed using the start of the flood stream along a familiar and favourite stretch of coast. The photo does no justice to the intriguingly three-dimensional nature of the topography here. Landed at Porthdafarch and trollied the boat up the road to the Anglesey Outdoor Centre for the night.
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