A Week in Wales :: a good day

Hello Lovelies,

This was the view I woke up to on holiday. How I loved it. Can you see the three mountains behind the trees? 

I don't know what they are really called, but I thought of them as Daddy bear, Mummy bear and Baby bear.

Waking up to sunshine on the first morning ( last Saturday)  I knew exactly where I wanted to go......to the beach..........

In Wales they are passionate about preserving the Welsh language so all signs are written in that language first.

I liked that. It was a great way to pick up a few words and it made me fell like I was in a different country....which of course we were.

One of the reasons we ended up booking this holiday was because I had seen this particular  TRAETH (beach) on the telly................THIS episode of a favourite programme to be exact (the bit about this beach is at the end and I just loved the look of it.)

We were at Porthor, which is owned by the National Trust............

It can also be written Porth Oer.

There's a steep path down from the car park that leads to a gorgeous sandy bay..............

With great surf............

And icy water!.........

Actually, it's just like the sea off any British beach....flipping cold till you get accustomed to it.

But with the aid of wet suits my boys LOVE spending time in the waves. How I LOVE seeing them having fun..........

The colours and light in this bay are mesmerising too................

I love the way the clouds seemed to mirror the waves and all the wonderful shades of blue.........

It's also got a great little cafe for ice creams (or a warming cup of tea)..........

This is the path down from the car park.....where the toilets were also situated.....I loved the green banks and turquoise sea.............

The weather just got better as the day progressed. By late afternoon all the cloud had vanished and the wind had dropped. I went for a wander and explored a path at the other end of the beach.
It had a great vantage point, to look down on this idyllic horseshoe bay..........

And I discovered a hidden inlet across the headland.............

I wandered the shoreline with eldest who picked up Limpet shells as we walked...........

meanwhile middle son flew his kite............

Before long the sea was calling my boys back into the waves...........

while I did a little crochet and watched them from the beach............

Pothor is also called Whistling Sands as you can make the sand squeak if you shuffle your feet as you walk......it took us a while to get the knack...but we all managed it in the end.

It's something to do with the shape of the sand grains, great fun. But this is still be a special place without that.......

In the cafe I picked up a postcard of this bay........a better photo than I could hope to take with my little compact camera...........

that evening youngest wrote a message on the back, to send to his cousins. I checked and he doesn't mind me sharing a part with you............

Oh, yes, it WAS a good day, a really good day :0)

and it was wonderful to have a cosy log fire to sit around that evening...........

The perfect end to a good day.

Jacquie x