On Saturday, we kept out of the wind by keeping close in under the cliffs and kept ourselves entertained by weaving in and out of the rock gardens between Porth Trecastell and Malltraeth.
Swell from the south kept us on out toes. most of the time there were gentle surges between the rocks that could make life tricky. However, every now and then a bigger set would creep in. This would turn the rock gardens into a roaring, foamy and threatening place.
On Sunday the wind had dropped a little more but the temperature had remained at around 1 or 2 Celsius. It was hard to resist the classic coast between Rhoscolyn and Trearddur Bay.
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