Weary.

A combination of not giving myself time to recover after the weekend plus it being kettlebells this week and having my tooth out yesterday has left me feeling very tired. 

It didn't help that last night I woke at 3.00 and didn't get back to sleep until 5.00. That wasn't so much my jaw which by that time had subsided to a moderate throb but because I had given into the the itching of two insect bites on my leg and scratched them while half asleep. That led to my whole lower leg feeling like it was on fire and me trying to find the sting relief cream and an anti histamine tablet in the dark.

My jaw is still throbbing today which is to be expected but I decided to follow the advice to not overdo things after an extraction and will skip disco aerobics tonight. That shows just how weary I'm feeling.

Yesterday evening a cloud bank came in from the north west obscuring the sunset and stretching up along the Dyfi.

It made for an interesting sunset and then a very grey and misty night.

When I got up in the night all I'd been able to see was the sea mist illuminated in a cone under the street light and nothing else.

The mist was still here in the morning though that didn't stop a large group of school children having fun on the beach. I think they were the Year 6s that come each year from a city school for a one week residential break by the sea. There were also a number of coaches parked along the High st that had brought yet more youngsters to the beach.

It so rare that Peter suggests going for a walk that I couldn't turn down his suggestion of a walk at Ynyslas. Out on the boardwalk we met a very chatty local who offered to take a photo of us (I suspect he may have wanted to try out my camera). We managed a fairly decent conversation in Welsh with just a little English thrown in.

From the beach we cut back through the dunes and across the fields filled with swathes of purple vetch.

The air was filled with the smell of fresh cut hay from the circular hay bales in the nearby fields while above skylarks sang.

There was quite an assortment of animals in front of this farmhouse; a bull, cows, calves and sheep all enjoying a siesta in the hot afternoon sun.

After a somewhat boring section of track beside the boatyard we walked beside the Leri until it flowed into the mouth of the Dyfi which brought us back to our car parked on the beach.

Back home Peter went off to talk boat club stuff with his mate Dave while here someone from the carnival committee came round to collect most of the long cardboard boxes I had been storing in the garage. I need to get on with painting my contributions to the boat décor, a pair of dolphins and a large sign for the back of the boat.