Authentic Llyn sheep, I believe, a rare breed, at Trwyn y Penrhyn. Their pretty lambs are so white they look like they’ve been laundered with optical brighteners.
I seem to be a little premature in visiting the Bluebell Wood.
Impassable clifftop at Hell’s Mouth, further enhanced by Storm Doris.
It would be pretty tricky to escape up these slippery clay cliffs if the tide came in.
Hell’s Mouth – another busy day on the beach.
Disturbingly high nurdle count at Hell’s Mouth.
Plastic strandline.
I carefully optimised the front of the tent to match my forehead.