“What’s that about trolls living under bridges?”

We’re having a one night break on the Lleyn Peninsula. Passing this old bridge on the way, I couldn’t resist photographing it with the sheep on top. I just hope that it’s not like the Billy Goats Gruff story!

We pottered along the coast ending up at Abadaron, doing a bit of birdwatching but not seeing anything unusual I got chatting to a lady that was counting choughs that had been ringed. Apparently it’s been a poor year for them as a lot of youngsters died because they couldn’t get their beaks into the hard ground so couldn’t feed.