Virginia and I decided to have an easy day and went back to Portmeirion, not doing much more than sitting around and doing sudokus (Virginia), and crosswords (me). We had baguettes as we did on Wednesday (after the town hall cafe opened at 12 noon), then an ice cream cone as we did on Wednesday (this time I had salted caramel instead of the banana didn't want to be totally repetitive). As we sat a little bird made its presence felt above me, I'll have to write a letter of complaint to Portmeirion.

Slightly more people around including a party of French children but not as bad as high season must be. I got a Prisoner towel as a souvenir, a balance between extravagant nostalgia and economy.