After a very sustaining dinner at a pub in LlanfairPG I find a lay-by where I can sleep for the night and it is not long before I arrive at the Land of Nod, however the peace does not last. It seems that the lay-by is the starting point for some noisy sprint races by members of the younger generation. It would have been quieter at Silverstone on race day! They ended after about an hour, either they had run out of fuel or their Mums had told them not to be out too late.
In the morning I head for Penmon and briefly I am the only one there and I breathe in the air of a new day.