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| Odd one out? Pwllheli Marina |
Sitting amongst the immaculate gleaming white cruisers and
performance racing yachts of Pwllheli marina, John’s 31-year old Capercaille looked like a boat that had seen
some adventures. After a leisurely
breakfast in the company of my father, who had called by to wish us bon voyage,
we were joined by our latest crew member, Lowri the Welsh Coast Project Officer
and organiser-extraordinaire of this year’s Welsh coast Neptune celebrations.
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| Lowri at the helm |
We cast off and retraced last night’s dash-for-refuge and
continued to the St. Tudwal islands, where we drifted past the restless agitation of
the seabird colonies. With no wind to speak of, we motored on a
bearing of 160 degrees right out into the middle of Cardigan Bay to avoid
Sarn Badrig, the ten mile long shingle bank that juts out at right angles to the
coast, before turning east and lining up the bow with the sunlit houses of
Barmouth. We were joined briefly by a
solitary dolphin, powering effortlessly alongside.
The sinuous pattern of massive grey drystone walls at Egryn stood out clearly in the late
afternoon sun and, as we approached the entrance to the mighty Mawddach
estuary, we spotted Ty’n Ffynnon, the onetime home of the National Trust’s
first donor, Fanny Talbot, and the surrounding land that she gave in the first two
months of our existence in March 1895.
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| Dinas Oleu and Ty'n Ffynnon (white house above town) |
To round off a pleasant evening at Barmouth, John and I paid
a pilgrimage to the Trust's first piece of land, Dinas Oleu and then a pleasant diversion to the Frenchman’s Grave. On our way, we explored the higgledy-piggledy fishermen’s-cottages, a number of which were donated by Fanny
Talbot to John Ruskin's Guild of St George where he embarked on his brief but influential idealistic experiment.
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| Sitting on the centenary viewpoint, which I was involved with building in 1995 |
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