Saturday 21 June 2014 – 16.4 miles
We camped at a very pleasant site in Morfa Nefyn. Quite a lot of caravans in one field but very few tents in ours. A footpath opposite the site led to the Coast Path on the cliffs overlooking the bay.
It was a glorious day – warm, sunny and clear and the views all day were stunning! We kept stopping to take it all in and saying how you could be in a tour brochure, it looked that good!
The path followed the cliff path around the bay, dropping to the beach where the road from Morfa Nefyn came down, then rising again and following the road to the golf course. This was not terribly well signed. We followed a tarmac road through the golf course which took us to Porth Dinllaen, where the pub on the beach looked like it was going to have a good day’s business.
We then decided that we were supposed to be following the headland, so followed a track over the hill towards the lifeboat station, then around the cliff toward the lookout post where they were just putting out the flag.
We then had to use a bit of common sense to find the way around the edge of the golf course – wary of golfers, although we did find the ball that one group was searching for!
The path then led down to a reedy river as it joined the sea, then carried on over gentle hills and dips, overlooking deserted rocky bays and beaches.
We passed a set of caravans where there were a few people enjoying the beach, although there was quite a breeze, and another set of caravans which looked as if they were in the middle of nowhere! There was a rather rough access road, but not the sort you imagine taking a caravan up and down. I don’t think they get moved very often.
We carried on a bit further then decided that a small concrete water tower could be our turn-around landmark.
We returned along the coast path for a few miles, before heading inland along quiet country roads. We did this partly for ease, and a shorter distance, but also as we were looking out for a good place to eat. We called in and booked a table at the pub in Edern, which is now more restaurant than pub. We were amused by an old lady sitting in her garden opposite as she looked like a traditional ‘Welsh lady’ wearing a red shawl and black hat – unfortunately it was a woolly hat not a high Welsh hat!