Welsh Beach-Whistling Sands

After our yummy but quick lunch we stopped by the house we were staying at so I could shower and get changed. I was drained and felt great at the same time--weird. 

This part of the trip was Robert's responsibility to plan. And I was SOOO excited! I love when he plans some things to do as that makes it more fun and easy for me. We knew we wanted to go to the beach so he found this fabulous place nearby called Porthor owned by National Trust (which is always a plus since we are members and park there for free). We couldn't have asked for a better day! 

A quick walk downhill from the car park and we were on this very quiet, non-commercialized beach. 

Water was bearable for the kids. 

Katya and Mark had a fabulous time playing in the water. 

While this guy was immersed into his "war game".  Since in the morning he spent an hour or so playing with his friends with their plastic soldiers in the sand, he convinced us he'd buy a package (well, two packages) of army guys with his own money just so he could play with them on the beach now.

And that's all he did. He set them all up and had a battle. By the way, he still loves watching documentaries about things like "D-day"...weird...

Then Robert got bored and decided to go for a walk to the side to get some better views of the beach. 

Kids were playing...

I believe I was stretching in this picture. But who knows...?

Totally my kind of beach--no arcades or fish and chips shops or cotton candy--pure nature.

This beach is also called "Whistling Sands Beach" because truly, as you walk on the sand here, it sounds like it's whistling.

Rocky on one side and sandy on the other side. 

And public footpath that can guide you all along the coast. 

Around six o'clock we headed back home. The sun was still up. It was a great end to a wonderful day (I know I say that often:)). We got home just in time for our slow cooked roast being ready for dinner. We turned on some heaters and all cuddled up in the living room to watch X-Factor..our annual Wales evening tradition:). 

Lyana.