I find myself comfortably esconced in the dunes and I ponder on all the sand. Not a great fan of sand me, no siree.
On exped I feel sand is a little like aches and pains, you tend to find it in places you didn't know you had places.
But I get ahead of myself. The day started trying to find an elusive leak in the front hatch whilst I waited for the tide and tried to dodge the burning sun.
Geoff kindly drove me back to the water and stood patiently while I had my traditional faff - "it'll all go in eventually, you'll see!" Then I had to dodge the surf, trying my best not to make a tit of myself in front of the illustrious audience.
And then the fun ended. It was a long, straight slog to Aberdovey. It was a gentle breeze on the nose all the way. Surprising how you can feel sorry for yourself, it was only a breeze - 25mph from the SW would have been something to bleat about. Count yourself lucky fatboy.
On the way I saw my first Shearwater; such beautiful birds. So elegant as they circled, just skimming the surface with their wingtips. Watching them land is a different story though. They don't so much land as pick a target and just stop flying when they get close enough. Spoils the elegant image a bit I thought.
Gannets, Razorbills, Guillemots (of course) and a Fulmar. A nosey seal poked her head up near Newquay too.
Once again there were countless Barrel jellyfish (I gave up at 2.6 million) along the route. Wildlife report over.
Llanrhystud 'did a Dinas' and just wouldn't drop behind. While Aberdovey took forever to arrive. But eventually I dodged the surf to land on the empty beach.
It had been a hard day, with a few 'wtf am I doing here?' moments. But it's surprising how quickly things can go from shit to not-so-bad.
With the tent up, and food on the go, I watched a beautiful sunset across the peaceful beach. Did it make it make up for a tough day?
Of course not, it had been really shit at times.
Roll on tomorrow.
28nmn 6:45
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