I set off from Prestatyn in high spirits. My leg seems completely healed and the promenade, like the day, stretches ahead. Wide and empty. Full of promise.
As soon as I can, I jump down onto the sands. I leave Prestatyn behind. Barkby Beach says my map, followed by Gronant Dunes Nature Reserve. Continue reading
I walk along the promenade and reach the end of Llandudno. The water in an empty pool looks irresistibly blue. Across the bay I can see the folded striations of the Great Orme, dwarfing Llandudno’s Grand Hotel and the pier.
I drive into Conwy – a lovely town, with a maze of narrow streets and a confusing one-way system. Eventually, after several tours of the town, I find a long-stay car park. It seems miles away from the starting point for today’s walk, but I follow signposts along a footpath and am surprised to discover I’m really just below the castle walls.
Unfortunately, the bus driver doesn’t understand my pronunciation of Abergwyngregyn, so I’m reduced to saying ‘the next village please’. We hurtle along the A55, The North Wales Expressway, before veering off into Abermumblewhatever.
I walk out of the village and pass a police car parked on the verge of a deserted country lane in the middle of nowhere. What rural crime have I committed? I try not to look guilty, wondering why police cars always have that effect on me. Half a mile later I discover I’m going the wrong way and turn back, only to discover the police car is still there. Is it just my imagination, or does the officer give me a long, hard stare? Continue reading
I pass through the archway and into another world – a long stretch of path, surrounded by trees, running above a stream and threading the length of a secret valley. I wasn’t expecting to find this. A lovely surprise.
My husband came to visit me this weekend and brought bad weather with him from Lincolnshire.
He drops me off on the road above The Gazelle Hotel, where I snap a photograph of Bangor pier across the straits. Although the rain has washed much of the murk out of the atmosphere, the air is far from clear and clouds hang low over the mountains of Snowdonia.
Today I’m walking with my friend, Lynne, who lives on Anglesey. Last time I walked with Lynne, I ended up falling into a ditch and up to my armpits in stagnant water. Let’s see if I manage to stay out of trouble this time.
No buses to worry about today. Lynne’s husband drops us off in Glan-yr-Afon and, immediately, Lynne wants to divert off the coast path and take me to her favourite beach.
My leg is much improved but still hurts. Frustratingly, I haven’t been able to find a simple bus connection between the start and end points of my intended walk, and so I drive into Beaumaris to catch one of the few buses that goes directly from there to Red Wharf Bay.
From the bus stop on the main road it’s only a short walk down the quiet lane, and I’m back on the coast path again.
My leg is still painful, but my limp has improved – or maybe I’ve just got used to walking with it. In any case, dosed with painkillers, I feel I can manage a few miles today. So I drive to Moelfre and set off walking along the coast path.
It’s a nice route, winding above low cliffs with a good view back to Moelfre.