Barry town is, well, not a town. it is more (or less) of a village. has an awesome beach though and a pub with a real fire and two mad dogs. spent next day lazing about and paddling in sea. watched amarican beauty in the morning wrapped up in our sleepingbags whillst our washing was tumbled around in the machine. headed to beach in teh afternoon, (after hanging up our washing on the line) was practically deserted and streched on for miles. we only saw about 4 peopl all afternoon. we sat to watch sunset, but then had the problem of hobbling back to the pub with cold and numb feet. made it though. and met the others as they came back from a day spent knife making.

that night the pub owners got out dressing up cloths and we all looked superflouously silly.