252 am Conwy to Llandudno

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.

Conwy Castle, Ruth's coastal walk, Wales

The wonderful old suspension bridge across the river is no longer used, and is sandwiched between a newer traffic crossing and a hideous railway bridge.  So I was unable to take a decent photograph but Wikimedia Commons has a great photo of the bridge.

I follow a pleasant footpath / cycle route along the eastern bank of the river, heading back towards the sea.

02 Llandudno Junction, Ruth walking the Wales Coast Path

There are impressive views of Conwy castle on the other side, although I’m not pleased to see dark clouds piling up over the hills.

03 Conwy castle, Ruth hikin gin North Wales

I reach Deganwy and the path leaves the shore to bypass a new housing estate. Not for the first time I’m irritated by the short-sightedness of town planners. Why allow new developments along the banks of rivers without insisting the contractors provide a proper waterside walking route?

I’m soon back on the shore again, and walk past the back of the railway station.

04 Ruth hiking past Deganwy station, North Wales

I reach the mouth of the estuary and the path, bordered by wild flowers, continues winding around a shallow bay towards Llandudno. The Great Orme appears to have grown larger since I saw it from Penmaenmawr. No longer a low island.

05 Great Orme, from Deganwy, Ruth's coastal walk, Llandudno

My B&B hosts (in Llanfairfechan) told me that the town of Conwy marks the end of Wales and the Welsh language. I must say they are mainly right, as from now on I rarely hear a word of Welsh spoken. The official signs, however, remain determinedly bilingual.

06 dangerous sandbanks, Ruth in Llandudno

The sign above warns of the danger of being caught by the tide out on the Conwy Sands. And, just in case you fail to heed the warning, it also says: ‘A rescue raft is located on the highest portion of the sandbank during the months April to October inclusive.’

Further on another sign warns of another danger. Golfers! No Welsh translation provided.

07 dangerous golfers, Ruth hiking in Wales

The beach here is beautiful and, although the clouds remain dark behind me, the Great Orme is bright and welcoming. It grows larger every minute.

08 Great Orme, Ruth Livingstone in Llandudno

I spot an orange contraption out on a sandbank. Ah. Is that the ‘rescue raft’? It looks more substantial than I anticipated.

09 liferaft on Conwy Sands, Ruth hiking in North Wales

At the foot of the Great Orme I stop beside a breakwater for a rest and a snack. From here the path follows a narrow road around the circumference of the Orme. The Marine Drive. An impressive entrance.

10 Great Orme, Ruth walking along the access road

The road climbs slowly. I take a photograph looking back along the beach.

11 looking back, Ruth hiking in Llandudno

As I climb higher I hear grumbles of thunder. Although I’m walking in sunshine, the hills beyond Conwy – Penmaenbach and Penmaenmawr – are suffering from a thunderstorm. I’m glad I walked that section yesterday and not today!

The storm creates a dramatic landscape across Conwy Sands – golden sand and green water, bordered by black hills under an indigo sky.

12 looking over Conwy sands, Ruth walking the Great Orme, North Wales

Below my road is a collection of houses, strung out along the shore. It’s an area called Y Gogarth (I think) and seems an enclave for the wealthy. The residences are pretty impressive.

13 posh houses at Gogarth, Ruth's coastal walk, Llandudno

The houses are served by a lower road. I was tempted to take that route – following my rule of sticking close to the shore – but thought it would be a dead-end. What I failed to spot on my map was the extensive area of open access land beyond the road. Now, I realise I could have walked down there after all, following a track past some interesting ruins, and then a steep (a very steep) path that zigzags up to rejoin my road.

Too late now. I always regret paths I haven’t taken.

Marine Drive is a one-way road with very little traffic. A couple of tour buses come past, driving very slowly, with passengers craning to look out at the views. I meet a few cyclists. Very few walkers.

14 road up the Great Orme, Ruth hiking in Wales

And the white animals on the slopes turn out not to be sheep, but beautiful white goats.

15 white goats on the Great Orme, Ruth on the Wales Coast Path

Eventually I reach Great Orme’s Head, the midpoint of the circular route, where there is a welcome sight – a café. Rest and Be Thankful. Lunchtime. I stop and have a cream scone and a thick slice of bara brith.

16 cafe at Great Ormes Head, Ruth's coastal walk, North Wales

Apparently on a really clear day you can see Scotland and Ireland from here, as well as England and Wales. Strangely the café windows face inland, instead of out towards the sea. Very odd. Maybe the staff get a better view from the kitchen?

The café has no proper toilets, only portaloos. Luckily I don’t need to go.

From here onwards, the road winds downhill. I meet a couple of cars and one solitary walker. And a sheep. Otherwise I’m alone.

17 road down the Great Orme, Ruth walking towards Llandudno

The sunshine has gone and, with dark clouds above, I expect the rain from Conwy to catch up with me at any moment. But it never does.

After an hour or so, I turn a corner and see Llandudno ahead, with its pier.

18 Llandudno, Ruth's coastal walk

A land train passes me. It seem slightly surreal to meet it, after the isolation of the road before. The driver gives me a cheery wave.

19 road train, Great Orme, Llandudno, Ruth Livingstone

I reach the end of the Marine Drive and another impressive gatehouse. Here I realise why the road is so quiet. It’s a toll road.

20 beginning of Great Orme roadway, Ruth's coastal walk, North Wales

Now I’m on the outskirts of Llandudno and walking past a park. I see another one of those modern stone circles, presumably constructed for an Eisteddfod celebration.

21 stone circle, Llandudno, Ruth hiking in Wales

Llandudno pier looks impressive, and I can’t resist taking several photographs. In the back drop is an array of distant wind turbines.

22 Llandudno pier, Ruth Livingstone, hiking in Wales

Long ago my family came here on holiday, and one of my brothers baited a fishing line with 10 or so hooks and dropped the line off the end of the pier. He was very young, 12 or 13, and a nearby fisherman had to help him pull the line up. He’d only managed to catch 7 or 8 mackerel!

Later, the hotel we were staying in offered to cook the mackerel for supper and my brother was served one of the fish on a plate. I don’t know what my brother was expecting, but he burst into tears when he saw it. Perhaps it was because the cook had left the head intact?

In my memory, the pier had a standalone entrance, but either my memory is wrong or things have changed. In fact, from the promenade you can’t see the start of pier, as it’s obscured by a collection of rather tacky amusement arcades and shacks.

23 entrance to Llandudno pier, Ruth's coastal walk Wales

Otherwise, Llandudno is much as I remembered it. A wide promenade lined by tall houses, most of them hotels or guest houses of some sort. It’s crowded with old people and young families. English northern accents.

24 Llandudno promenade, Ruth Livingstone hiking the coast of North Wales

I walk around the bay and the further I get the quieter the promenade becomes. I’m pleased to leave the crowds behind. Next stop: the Little Orme.


[To be continued…]


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21 Responses to 252 am Conwy to Llandudno

  1. The hideous railway bridge, while admittedly not pretty, is perhaps surprisingly no modern monstrosity. Opened in 1849 and designed by Robert stephenson, it was a working prototyope for the Britannia Bridge across the Menai Strait. In other words, the Britannia Bridge looked like this too until it caught fire in the 70s. The fire, I think, was an aesthetic improvement.

    Conwy Castle’s an impressive-looking beats isn’t it? I think its in my all-time top three, along with Caernarfon and Pembroke.

    • Ahhhh. I wondered how any modern planner would get away with building such an ugly bridge near that beautiful castle. That explains it. Now I’m almost glad the Britannia Bridge caught fire… Thank you for the explanation.

  2. *beast, not beats. Not that a castle is technically either.

  3. I’ve been waiting eagerly for the next post on your walk and you haven’t disappointed me with this one; you’ve got some lovely photos there, and as I’m familiar with all the places you’ve been through or past I feel like I’ve been walking with you.

    The hideous tubular railway bridge at Conway was built by Robert Stephenson and was the forerunner to the Britannia bridge across to Anglesey, but as part of that was destroyed by fire in 1970 the one at Conwy is now his only existing work. The suspension bridge is owned and managed by the NT and is still accessible on foot for a small fee – I’ve been meaning for ages to go across it but haven’t got there yet.

    The footpath/cycle path from Conwy to Deganwy is one I haven’t explored yet; I love your photo of the castle taken from there. I went to Deganwy itself at Easter three years ago but didn’t stay long as there’s nothing much there, though I did walk through that housing estate to the marina at the far side of it. Your photo of the stormy sky across Conwy Sands is great, I think it looks more like a painting than a photo.

    Llandudno is still very much the same as when I was a kid; apart from a large very modern building about halfway along the promenade the hotels and guest houses are all the same as years ago. I remember being on holiday there when I was quite young, we were on the beach with some friends of my parents and their daughter and a seagull flew over and pooped on my dad’s head – I think that’s the only thing I remember about that particular holiday! 🙂

    • It seems Helpful Mammal beat me to it with the info about the bridge 🙂

    • Hi Eunice and thank you for your kind words. Although I always love sunny days, stormy weather can create the most wonderful and dramatic landscapes for photography. Of all the resorts I visited on the North Wales Coast, only Llandudno and Conwy had any kind of buzz to them. Llandudno is odd because the best beach is to the south, and yet the main town, and all the hotels, are situated on the north coast.

      • I’ve always thought of the best beach at Llandudno being to the south but it’s known as West Shore, and when you look at a map it does actually face west. Did you see the White Rabbit statue on the green by the Victorian tram shelter? It was originally situated in the centre of a pond in the gardens across the promenade but was taken away for repairs in 2012 – I went to look for it when I last went there and was disappointed to find it missing. Even as far back as the 1950s it had been vandalised – I remember as a small child seeing it with part of an arm missing – and after further damage in more recent years it ended up with a wrought iron cage round it. It was put in its new location last year after being repaired and cleaned, so hopefully as it’s now situated closer to houses it will remain undamaged.

  4. tonyhunt2016 says:

    “Why allow new developments along the banks of rivers without insisting the contractors provide a proper waterside walking route?” Hear, hear. French or German authorities would surely never allow such a new development in a town or city.

    • I see many wasted opportunities to improve the local environment. And I have a particular loathing for private estates with gated entrances (this wasn’t one of them – but just want to vent!)

  5. tonyhunt2016 says:

    Of course, you can do the Marine Drive more quickly:

    A Norwegian and a Finn, common language English. The detail of the pace-notes is remarkable, but probably more than you need for walking!

  6. Hello Ruth.. Still following your adventures; you’ve long left the Llyn Peninsula behind and am so impressed with your efforts and “stickability”.. well done you.

    This note is as much for others who might follow in your footsteps and to suggest that they take some time out on the Great Orme (Y Gogarth) (Same Arth as in Arthur) to visit the bronze age copper mine.

    Uncovered in 1987 during a scheme to landscape an area of the Great Orme, the copper mines discovered represent one of the most astounding archaeological discoveries of recent times. Dating back 4,000 years to the Bronze Age they change our views about the original people of Britain and their civilised and structured society 2,000 years before the Roman invasion.

    It was the largest copper mine in the whole of Europe during the Bronze Age, and they mined it for 1500 years so no small local business this; artefacts have been found across mainland Europe, Far East and Middle East, and around most of the Mediterranean.

    To quote Francis Pryor, a good East Anglian archaeologist !! “I rate this as possibly the best Pre Roman visitor experience in Britain”

    See more here http://www.greatormemines.info/

    As I say, for those not just intent on the walk, but may be would want to take a bit more time to discover what lies behind the scenery.

    Keep on trecking, and good luck… Brian and Jane Pen Llyn BnB.

    • I remember you (Brian) telling me about the copper mine and when I saw sign for it I though of you 😀 Sounds an extraordinary place and, yes, excellent advice for other visitors to the area. I’m always slightly ashamed that I don’t spend longer looking at things in the places I visit, but I guess if I did I’d never get much walking done!

  7. El D says:

    Just wanted to say, Ruth, that your photo (“The storm creates a dramatic landscape across Conwy Sands – golden sand and green water, bordered by black hills under an indigo sky.”) is absolutely beautiful. Great photography.

    • Hi El, it was an amazing landscape. Much of my ‘great’ photography is simply a question of being in the right place at the right time. I always walk with my camera in my hand. 📸

  8. Marie Keates says:

    Another lovely walk Ruth. I especially liked all the wildflowers and those views of the storm behind you. So glad it didn’t catch you up too.

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