I awoke at 6.30 and trespassed on the camp site’s land in order to use their facilities. For breakfast I had more porridge and a honey sandwich.
Once we’d packed up the tents we made for Barmouth and its famous old bridge of the Mawddach estuary. Although the sun was shining, the weather was not especially warm for August. This didn’t matter to Charlotte, who was showing a fair bit of leg and arm.
We timed our arrival at the north end of the bridge perfectly, as a steam train was approaching.
This ancient bridge is of a wooden construction and trains are limited to 10mph when they are crossing. I had been here before once or twice, but Charlotte’s acquaintance with it is due to her having ridden the arduous Bryan Chapman audax, a 600 kilometer ride from Chepstow to the Menai Bridge and back, which uses the bridge.
After Tywyn we took the Happy Valley road to Cwrt and on to Machynlleth. It was almost traffic free and very picturesque.
We had a bit of climbing to do and earned this lovely view of the bridge near Dovey Junction station. We had lunch in Machynlleth and visited the Co-op for supplies and it was there that I spied the evocative T-shirt bearing the slogan “Save a mouse – eat a pussy”. After that we bimbled gently towards the village of Furnace, so called because there’s an ancient blast furnace there.
There was also a camp site and we decided it was for us. It was run by an elderly couple, was well tended, the loos and shower were clean and it cost only £4 per night. After I cooked my meal I was washing up under the hot tap and I’m afraid I earned our landlady’s displeasure: washing up was to be done outside under the cold tap. She looked very hurt and I felt extremely guilty.