After a 6 mile hike along the rugged headland leading out from our campsite, we headed to Aberdaron, a quaint Welsh village where the locals converse in Welsh – a language I’ve never heard spoken fluently. The village is compact and hugs a welcoming bay with gritty, dark sands. There are more coffee shops and ice cream parlours than any tourist could wish for, but not in the tacky, Blackpool sort of way, more whitewashed buildings and creme with your coffee kind of way.
Despite the walk and the visit to Aberdaron, I did not take a photo of either. Instead, my photos is of a chaffinch who sat behind our campervan and chirruped all day, every day we were there – except when his beak was full! On this same day, I also managed to photograph some choughs turning over rocks and hunting for grubs. As I mentioned, the photos are a little out of focus…but I’m happy to share this one!