Ben drove the car right on to the sandy shoreline,”fantastic, who needs a car park”! The warm evening sunshine skimmed over the dead calm sea, the lads jumped out and ran off towards the spit to checkout the lighthouse. I took the moment and submerged into crystal clear Welsh water. A Glorious swim was rudely broken by the return of Ben and Tim throwing around what looked like an oversized rugby ball, finally it was hurled in my general direction. The curious looking orange bobbin turned out to be a roll of balers twine, still secure in its fastenings, all five miles of it! You just never know when it will come in handy.