A familiar feeling at Aberffraw

Arriving on Anglesey in the teeth of a gale, the rain falling in sheets, was, worryingly perhaps, not an unfamiliar experience. The promise of a pint or three once the tent was pitched hastened proceedings and the evening passed in a pleasant blur putting the world to rights before all too little sleep saw us drifting downstream...
...heading for Traeth Mawr - the beach beyond which the diminutive Afan Ffraw meets the sea. And the surf.
With all the usual beaches crowded by kite surfers and boarders, here we had the sands and the sea to ourselves. Above, Brian lends a hand as John prepares to head out...
...before leaving the sands himself in something a little shorter.
John quickly into the thick of things...
...and myself, enjoying the familiar feel of the Alaw.
Breaking out was hard work with a good deal of time spent either vertical or airborne...
...but worth the effort every time.
There really is nothing quite like it - pure fun.
Our energy spent, the shallow stream proved more difficult to paddle up than down, but with just sufficient water to float empty hulls, it was an easy walk back to Aberffraw.

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