It was a Bank Holiday weekend and the coast road was bumper to bumper with cars heading north to catch the ferry to Ireland. Fortunately, we were heading south. The road was extremely narrow, but I figured if the car ahead of me could squeeze through, so could I - and that is just what I did. Dewi's directions led us right to their home with no problems. We even saw the teeny weeny little sign in Penygroes that points to Talysarn in time to turn. The weather was clearing and we got there earlier than expected so we detoured to Carmel passing an old Cemetery on the way to the top of the hill. I suspected this might be where my great grand parents are buried. Carmel was still in the clouds and sheep were running all over the road so I found a driveway in the fog and turned back to Talysarn.