Sunday 2nd July
After an inactive (recovery??) day, we had an evening stroll of two and a half miles down to the beach at Porth Ysgo to watch the sea reflecting light like a painting on silk, and Italian painting style skies, and to listen to the waves breaking with the occasional harsh grinding of pebbles in the undertow as the tide was turning.
The wind had been fairly strong for most of the day, but now it had dropped almost to nothing. The waterfall is flowing, but is a mere trickle. I think this may well be standard unless there has been heavy rain.
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