The rest of the trip - part II
Sunday morning. Cold night. Boiling Morning. It was a lovely day.
We struck camp and headed for Fairbourne. My legs were killing me (from the insect bites) and I was _so_ looking forward to a paddle in the sea to calm them down.
We parked and set off for the beach. Walking down to the water’s edge, just after I’d taken my shoes off and was in bare feet, darkmuse pointed out a jellyfish.
It was only small.
And then there was another. and another. There were hundreds. All tiny - but still - hundred of the little b*st*rds.
I tried. So hard. I didn’t run away screaming (like I did once at Portmerion). I even got my feet wet. Then I bottled it and went back to the car.
Jellyfish are worse than insect bites. It’s official.
We had a game of Crazy Golf.
| Hole | darkmuse | simon | big cheese |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | 5 | 2 | 1 |
| 2 | 3 | 4 | 4 |
| 3 | 2 | 4 | 6 |
| 4 | 2 | 3 | 3 |
| 5 | 3 | 4 | 5 |
| 6 | 2 | 2 | 2 |
| 7 | 9 | 3 | 5 |
| 8 | 2 | 3 | 2 |
| 9 | 6 (-3) | 3 (-3) | 6 (-5) |
| Total | 31 | 25 | 29 |
simon won. I was suffering Post Jellyfish Stress Disorder, darkmuse had hayfever. We losers always have excuses.
We then had Ice Cream and headed home. Via a real car toll bridge. It cost 40p per car and it went over a river. Now_that’s_ value for money. None of your 2 quid to drive on a motorway rubbish.