A day of long shadows and bright winter sunshine, we had an early start, parking in the National Trust car park at Porthor (Whistling Sands) we set off at a brisk pace and it was all pretty straight forward along the cliff tops to Porth Iago. We were soon to slow down as we made our way gingerly through the muddy tracks.
The joy of winter walking is that you hardly see a soul, the down side is you have to make do with sometimes adverse conditions. Progress was slow.
I know I have been known to complain when the path diverges inland, not the case here as the path closely follows the low shore line.
The path continues to Porth Widlin the setting for Wales’s very own Whiskey Galore when the Stuart laden with a cargo of whiskey went down here in 1901 – the whiskey was soon carted away by locals.
At this stage, having decided that I had been focusing so hard on the walk, I stopped to take in the achingly stunning scenery and fell! Whoomph! My first reaction was to save my camera! I was so annoyed with self – after carefully negotiating through the mud slick to fall while standing in one place.
The Lleyn scenery does not disappoint. Lucy and I are in constant awe, reflecting on the remoteness, the proximity to the sea, and the solitude.
There is a little harbour at Porth Colmon (small car park and access inland here) eventually leading own some steps and crossing the stream to cross Penllech beach. A few up and downs later we decide to leave the path at Porth Ychain- night was drawing we walked inland to Tudweilog, rather than be caught out on the headland in the dark.