When in Wales

Girlfriend Clare & I went down to Rhyll (in north Wales) to see my buddy Ben today. He showed us 'round his new flat (which was extremely homely - much more so than my house), introduced us to some of his friends, introduced me to a new fad and took us on a wonderful drive around north Wales - stopping off at a very pleasant pub on the way. But Im already getting ahed of myself. So, soon after arriving we went down to a quiet alcove of Rhyll beach to watch a few of Ben's friends battle with their new 4 metre stunt kite. I was instantly hooked. The power of the wind was dragging the... errmm .. kite-controller across the sand. At times they were able to actually take flight if the wind caught the sails in such a way - bounding across the dunes like jackrabbits. Within about ten minutes I was at the helm of the beasty. For the first minute or so I controlled it expertly, Clare later told me that the term 'natural' was even bantered about by the onlookers, but then a sudden gust of wind lifted me off the floor and, all I remember, slammed me down into the sand about 10 feet away. Lying on my back, concussed but in good humour, I still had control of the kite in the air above; its immense force still pulling on my now weary forearms. Approximately six/seven minutes of hand to kite battle followed; the kite, victorious thanks to mother nature's unceasing gusts and thermals. Heading back to the camp I was exhausted. With sand covering almost every square inch of my body I collapsed sat back down next to Clare and tried to recover. I had a distinct taste of iron in my mouth and developed a cough which felt as though it rumbled each time I breathed in/out heavily (needless to say I've already consulted my doctor). After a bit more banter, of which I partook little due to my state, we said our goodbyes and Ben drove us into the hills for lunch. Having been fed, watered and had a chance to change my tops so the sand stained 'I heart NY' tee was now hidden beneath a black vest tee, I began to feel better and it was time to start the tour. Ben drove us over to Swallow falls, a beautifull waterfall located just outside Bets-Y-coed. Having walked a little down river we paddled in the icey cold fresh water and skimmed a few stones before returning in a leasurely fashion to the car. We then took 'the scenic route' through Bets-Y-Coed and Snowdonia back to Rhyll and back to chez-Ben. Clare and I were both exhausted but piled back in our car determined to make it back in time for a late dinner with the cats. Needless to say, I've already started researching what looks to be a fantastic new hobby - what with me living 5 minutes from a windy, invarialby empty, beach.

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