8.30am standing on Abersoch beach it was quite different -warm, 10 degrees and near windless from the north. There seemed to be a Chough around every corner with their unusual call and a Buzzard perched on a telephone pole every half a mile, and I am old enough that I remember people calling them 'telegraph' poles which I still do sometimes. Walked the beach to Machroes and then spent the next few hours 'unpicking' the coast path through owner's backyards and field boundaries - it was pretty frustrating.Property prices here are well out of reach of most anyone's not just locals pockets, and a coast path carving through the vista at the bottom of your garden on a desirable piece of real-estate was always going to be assigned to the never-never list. Pity because it could have been an amazing stretch, and by putting in a path the area becomes a more desirable place to own property, consequently the value of your property goes up, if that's what your interest is... Saw a pod of Dolphins off Porth Ceiriad Bay, also a good surf spot as compensation for threading a path. Hell's mouth or Porth Neigwl is a long sweeping beach backed by cliffs of glacial clay and mud flows making beach access very difficult, if not potentially lethal, the name suits but certainly was worth the risk to walk along it. I headed for Rhiw and followed some of the path past a neolithic fort, burial and standing stones returning to the road heading for Aberdaron, again the path started to pick again and become bitty, ill directed because of how it was being used -on a constant basis. Livelyhoods, community and local culture depend on this important connection with its land, every inch of it here seen as a living investment, a quite different perspective on landscape's inherent 'value'. From Aberdaron carpark I lost about two miles of film which I will have to re-shoot on the next visit, didn't record to disc properly. There was a scramble over beach defences, I fell - which I suspect jarred the camera enough to prevent it recording a mile or so of coast path to Porth Mordwy where Mr Roberts, uncle to Michael, from the last family to farm the Island who I talked to, runs boat trips out to the historic religious centre of Isle of Bardsey, Ynys Enlli or Bardsey Island during the summer. Finished on this coast for the present at Porth Felen. 12 miles

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