Byron on the Beach

Seaweed, Thrift, Shells. Photo © Rob Jones

Took the car in to be serviced in Llanwnda, and whiled away the hours on the beach at Dinas Dinlle, just down the road from Caernarfon, with Byron the puppy.

Byron on Board. Photo © Rob Jones

Which awoke so many memories.

Came here so many times as a kid. Long pebbly beach, which I remember being covered in sludgy oil, a result of the Torrey Canyon disaster in 1967. Serge Gainsbourg even wrote a song about it.

Beachcombing. seaweed, seagull feathers, old rope. Looking for shells and curious stones. Quartz. Then an ice cream from the knick-knack shop. When did the flavours become so varied - it always used to be vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, raspberry ripple or Neopolitan! Or maybe a 99 with a flake in it. Still my favourite. When did flavours become so complicated?

Photo © Rob Jones

Overcast and rain always threatening. Thinking about days down the coast at Trefor or further at Aberdaron or Whistling Sands. Endless days on the beach. Beach balls and buckets & spades.

Fish and Chips. Sunsets and sleeping on the way back home in the back of the Moskvich, Viva, or Maxi.

Whatever happened to Raspberry Ripple and Neopolitan Icecream?

Still going strong apparently.

Happy Days

RJ