Here is a wave batter cove down scope from an interesting rock lay called Mynydd Penarfynydd, resembling what only comes to my mind as a dragon of mythos. It was here that I did see a rather large reptilian sneak under the furze bushes and into a dank network of tunnels that only it would have known. Porth Ysgo is below this headland, and choked with reeking seaweed, though of an ichor smell that is rather pleasant. A brooking from the sheep fold falls into ghost hue waters and coats the side of the rocks with lush moshes, where this fresh (mostly fresh, minding the sheep) water sinks and flows under the rounded sea stones back into the salty brine. Black boulders washed up on shore ages ago would have taken many a ship as pirate men lured their boats into the crash. I spent the better part of a forenoon clambering on the eroding hill trying to cross where no beach provided and then crossing a ford onto another nearby island, where the flora and microfauna suddenly changed, only some 80 feet off shore. Leathery plants, barnacle encrusted tomb stones at low tide, and a scenic tumult of waves that continue to plunder the blackened barriers are some of my own fond visuals of this place. The kelp from the shallows tastes just fine, and the coastal welsh path is also a fine day in most weather.
Porth Neigwl or Hell’s Mouth
Orally, a place of wreckage, another lure for vagabond ship steads on the Irish sea. The vessels would careen into the clays and be tossed up like a drifted whale, freeing their spoils on the sands. Unfatefully, I did not experience anything this grand here, and the name is pretty dysphoric for such a place, but it does stretch in a gentle ark for 4 miles, a good walk for the soul. I spent some time here, once on cycle, the other on foot, and chanced to offer my body in the waves, wearing my skin coat. The waves are pretty humble so it’s not as concentrated a mecca for the surfer type, but this coast does seem to attract interesting characters. The hills yonder will slowly erode, and though I will never see it, I ponder the island it will create in new ages. This would be the way best traveled out of Abersoch if heading round to Aberdaron, and my hours on these shores, though few, were well spent, and sun crowned. It is quite site from a top the land, as the swells have a hypnotic lull in their waves.Porth Simdde
Went for a walk hear after cycling from Rhoshirwaun, it’s next to a cemetary, which I find intriguing though I am no lichen specialist, they sure had some interesting growths and colors on the gravestones. The waves are more intense on this front but still no tidals or enough to make dunes, instead they leave behind interesting formations in the clay and sand banks. A few idle boulders lie out in the liminal space between sea and sand, and some eroded pillars sink into the silt, perhaps a docking place.
Took a half day hike out to this coastal, looking for a well, and ended up not finding the one sought, but found two others. Views out to Bardsey let the eyes travel out to sea a bit, and the story of the place also rings up to be quite interesting as a pilgrim destination. The cove at the end of the headland pours with a fall of water, and the haunts of choughs, a kind of corvid with red beak and talons, a new made ally of mine. I set off here with a friend and circumnavigated the place on foot, it’s quite elevated and physically demanding in some parts, though well worth the climbing and scaling. One feels as a wild ungulate on these shards of stone, and a winding road from the flatlands leads up to the northern part where Ire’land could potentially be seen on a crystal day. This is worth it for the choughs and ravens, and because of the almost vertical sides in some places, perhaps a vantage point for seeing whales and dolphins out on the vastness.