Tal Y Bont Woods and Honey Festival.

Another extremely hot day and the village has been teeming with holiday makers.

I met up with my fellow walkers in Tal Y Bont where we opted for a gentle walk in the cool dappled shade of the trees. There was also a refreshing light breeze as we walked along easy paths to the ruined cottage.

We found ourselves a shaded spot under a bank next to the stone building where we ate our lunch before returning along the same route back to the village. 

We stopped for a while on a tiny bridge over the River Leri which at that point is about 10ft wide and 1ft deep. Peering into the clear water somebody saw a fish and then we saw an eel, maybe 18 inches long, hiding under the rocks near the bank. I had a clear view of the eel as it swam along but was not quick enough to catch a photo.

On the way to Tal Y Bont I went past the entrance to a festival, Wainwright's Honey Festival to be exact. Some of the group had called in before the walk and said it was worth visiting so I stopped there on the way back. 

By now the festival was nearing its end but there were still quite a few people around (two fields full of cars). There were a number of stalls selling honey from various local producers, beeswax products,  mead, honey slushies, honey ice-cream (sold out) and a few other food and craft stalls. I came away with a bag of cooking apples but resisted buying any plants or the tempting food.

There were also talks (bee stuff), things for children to do and live music. While I was there a klezmer band were playing.

At home once I'd brought in all the dust sheets that were airing on the line, done my exercises and sorted everything out there was nothing for it but to sit out on the terrace for a while.

Yesterday evening the lifeboat was called out (again). Jet skis are not that popular with many local residents due to the noise especially when they ignore the 8 knot speed limit and do doughnuts in the bay. A week or so ago there were two occasions when (not sure if it was the same people) somebody took their jet ski out in the evening. They were either too drunk or too ignorant to realise that you don't start up the engine in shallow water with shingle on the sand. Both times there followed horrible crunching noises as the jet skis pulled stones into the engines which did not do the engines any good. Hah! Now back to last night - the sun had already gone down when there was the sound of a noisy engine in the bay. I looked out to see a jet ski with a definitely unhealthy sounding engine. The jet ski went out and then returned with the engine off. Not much later when it was nearly dark I looked out and there was the jet ski again, about level with the bottom of our garden so about 100yds from the beach. And by the jet ski was the lifeboat. At that distance from the beach I can't imagine any threat to the man's life but he must have called 999 to get a free tow back to shore. Not really what the RNLI is for.

It's just gone 8.30 and the sun is already on its way down.