May 4-5 Wales ho!

We took the train straight from Newton Abbott to Pwllheli, Wales, the end of the line, if not the peninsula. Well, not straight, had to return through Bristol to avoid the Severn reach, to Birmingham (central southern England) to change trains toward east Wales, then jog at, I think Crewe, north to the root of the Lleyn Peninsula at Portmadog. This I thought was a view of Morfa Harlech, from between Portmadog and Criccieth across Traeth Bach at Tremadog Bay which is at the Peninsula root. More thought and map reading has made me conclude that this is a bit south, at Barmouth, looking across Barmouth Bay to Fairbourn. Here is the last smaller peninsula before Pwllheli, jutting into the Irish Sea, looking from Afon Wen to Penrhyn and, off the frame at the left, Pen y chain, the tip of the peninsula. Those are not old pier posts, but swimmers, walking back to shore. They have on wet suits for the cold. Brrr.
We come at last, after meeting Annie in Pwllheli (don't ask how it's pronounced) and having a cup of tea at the shop where she is setting up a show of her 2D works, to Tyn y Parc (the name of the house), Llangwnadl, Pwllheli, Gwynedd, Wales. Gail and Annie talk in Annie's studio, converted from part of a greenhouse by Phil. We have known Annie since High School, and Phil since before they were married. Here we are at lunch the next day, the 5th, enjoying a spot of sun in the lee of the wind break trees and the house, the main part of a rambling collections of sheds, garages, greenhouse and outhouse (the back-up for when Annie's family arrives en mass from the states), where Annie and Phil make their home.