Had a good nights sleep, in which I dreamed I was on a work's team bonding sesh in some half remembered place solving clues and exploring various abandoned side streets and vacated shops looking for more clues to whatever mystery we were supposed to solve. Woke when my better half needed the toilet-just as I was reaching the last few clues, and walked to the campsite toilet block thinking 'well, all that puzzle-solving I'd achieved during my sleep was a waste of time.( laughing emoji).
Spent the morning chatting to the usual camping gang, drinking coffee and eating vegan been sonnies.
Took the long walk to Burry Homes islet in the late afternoon:
