At one end of the green was the sailing club enclosure with its rows of private yachts on trailers and at the other end was the start of a large modern housing estate. Walking along by the sea wall I spotted a heron perched on the end of a seaweed covered breakwater, and though I thought it would probably fly away before I could get a photo it didn't and I managed to get several shots while it stood there posing.
It was quite a distance to walk through the estate to the marina so I drove round instead and with very few people around there was plenty of space to park at the roadside. Nothing much seemed to have changed since the last time I was there so it only took fifteen minutes to wander round and get a few photos before returning to the van and setting off once more.
Driving back towards the A487 I passed an intriguing looking place set back off the road; with fancy iron gates and long high stone walls there was nothing to see except lots of trees and the roof of a gate keeper's cottage just inside the gates. A fancy plaque on one wall told me that this was the grounds of Vaynol Hall and was 'strictly private' - a shame really as it looked just the sort of place I like exploring, although later information has told me that the estate and hall are sometimes open to the public for various festivals and concerts.
With the last photo taken I hopped back in the van - which I'd momentarily parked in a bus lay-by - and continued my journey back to the camp site with no further stops, then after making a brew and a snack meal I settled down in the van for the rest of the evening, only venturing out again later on to take the dogs for their bedtime walk.
