After the walk / Miscellaneous
Eastertime is here, and the sun has so much warmth in it that it’s calling everyone out, like lizards from under our winter rocks. Delightfully both our first and reserve beach camping spot plans already had tents on them when we arrived on Saturday evening, so we ended up making a cliff-top hotel at dusk instead, leaving our likeminded neighbours to their solitude.
A swift wild holiday of fish’n’chips, starlight, musty grass and jubilant flowering gorse, and things that go swish and thump and flap and kraak in the night. Sadly (but simply) no donkeys this time, although there are plans for a pilgrimage afoot…
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Saturday papers by torchlight
Penbryn, south Ceredigion
Thick, springy, musty grass mattress
The best thing about going tent-less is that you’re much more likely to see the dawn. This was 5.30am, the sun coming back like an old friend
This one’s only visible with enormous post-dusk pupils. The last hint of Saturday retreats, then the stars came out in force. After five months indoors I was scared of the dark again, and had to remind myself that the sun was just round the other side of the globe and would be back soon…
Tarp skills need work. Quilt was very welcome
The beach we were heading for already had a guest, and there were two on the beach we’d come from. So we opted for the cliff-top and left them to it. “It” turned out to be moving their tent out of reach of the high tide at midnight…
The capitalist virtue of choice hits the bucket and spade sector
The worst thing about April tent-lessness is that it was really, really chilly
Skimming stones on a wave-free beach