Called into Caernarfon to see yet another castle. As I pointed out France is the land of dog shit, so many of these seaside towns are plagued by huge gulls who love to target the passing tourists and their cars.
I suddenly woke up to why people were using umbrellas without falling rain.
We were en route to Abersoch where John used to go to sail with his mates when living in Mansfield. You get the impression this trip is all about John? You're quite right. I do all the driving so he can do all the looking and relive his youth. Good thing I like driving!
The boats are towed out on their trailers by tractors and when they return, the tractor comes out and tugs them back in. Clever.
We went to a pub where John had been many years ago for lunch. During this particular lunch a friend of his consumed 20 pints of lager. He either drank them or had them poured down his throat and they all thought this to be very funny. What was even funnier, this chap went home and then fronted up for the evening session!!!
On this occasion we each had an ice cream....
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