Around Dinas Island, Home to the Fire.

It isn't really an island.. But it used to be. Lots of ups and downs on the coast path on a stunningly beautiful sunny Welsh day. Us flat fenlanders might just feel our legs tomorrow. Walking poles are a real boon.

We had our holiday chips and mushy peas at Goodwick, and remembered our courting days. Mr H brought me here a-courting, and the car broke down, he was most impressed I was so calm at the time, so he says.

There were so many amazing views, however, I like the camping at night scene. Although the tipi looks small, Mr H, who can be seen through the bush will give you an idea of the height.