Chaplog tries hard

It isn’t half hot its properly hot

We went for a walk, early for us, around 10:00 am. We wanted to do the walk from Aberdaron to the headland – Pen y Cil. In the book of walks that I am going off rapidly, and turning to the map more frequently, it is titled Uwchmynydd.

Now I am not racist, I just do not understand some people, how can anybody sit down and say they are going to call something Uwchmyndd? There are people like my father and I who only get the name of our children correct about seventy percent of the time when they are called Lena, Kate Mike, Sarah and Judy! Therefore calling something Uwchmynydd is just asking for trouble or maybe the Welsh are super intelligent.

The walk was vey pleasant good views as we went around the headland. If you wanted to moan it would be about the amount of space left, presumably by the farmers, between the cliff top and their fields less than two metres in places. It would be nice not to have two walk in single file on a coastal path. Or is the world shortage of milk or beef meaning we cannot spare the land. I do't think so.

It was relatively uneventful apart from Lynne stepped in some muck. As I am an adolescent forty nine year old, who was sad we did not pass the field with the male sheep with large testicles I am going to show you a picture of the aforementioned poo - how do you spell poo?

By the way another family that shall remain nameless managed to get photographic evidence for their thirteen-year-old of the male sheep’s attributes. I have provided a picture to confirm Lynne’s problem. The female side went to Abersock in the afternoon. I drank coffee and tried not to go to sleep. OK I know that it has not got a sock more a soch. They managed to spend a lot of money.

Posted by mikec at August 5, 2003 09:47 PM