Author Archives: Ruth Livingstone

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About Ruth Livingstone

Walker, writer, photographer, blogger, doctor, woman, etc.

230 Trefor to Llandwrog

I learn about the old quarry, walk 8 miles along a boring road, discover a miraculous epilepsy-curing well, and find out that Caernarfon has an airport. Continue reading

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229 Nefyn to Trefor

I wander through old quarry workings and tackle the intimidating trek up the nearly-a-mountain slope of Yr Eifl. Continue reading

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228 Morfa to Nefyn

I come across one of the best beach bars in the world, in an unlikely place. Continue reading

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227 Porthor to Morfa

Mud, mud and more mud. Also glorious little coves and deserted cliffs. Shame about the howling gale. Continue reading

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226 Aberdaron to Porthor

The tip of the Llyn Peninsula is wild and beautiful. But do the whistling sands really whistle? Continue reading

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225 Hell’s Mouth to Aberdaron

I have trouble with the buses, trudge through mud and stumble over dead lambs. But the views are wonderful. Continue reading

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224 Abersoch to Hell’s Mouth

Why is this beach called Hell’s Mouth? I find out later… Continue reading

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223 Pwllheli to Abersoch

I get on the wrong bus, meet monster trucks, and fill my pockets with pebbles. Continue reading

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222 Criccieth to Pwllheli

I meet lambs in plastic jackets and a mud-splattered Bear Grylls, before ending up in Wetherspoon’s. Continue reading

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221pm Portmeirion, Porthmadog to Criccieth

In the golden light of the afternoon, everything – including the tracks – is coloured russet and tinted with gold. It’s beautiful and slightly surreal, like something out of the American west. Continue reading

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