This morning the mountains of the mainland are clearly visibly beyond the vegetated dunes of Newborough Warren. It’s wonderful to see the three peaks of Yr Eifl and to remember how much I enjoyed climbing over the pass and down to Trefor.

This morning the mountains of the mainland are clearly visibly beyond the vegetated dunes of Newborough Warren. It’s wonderful to see the three peaks of Yr Eifl and to remember how much I enjoyed climbing over the pass and down to Trefor.

My B&B host kindly offers me a lift and drops me off on the A4080, close to Llanfair PG. Today I face yet more road walking, but the day gets off to a promising start with a tree-lined footpath running alongside the road. Much better than walking IN the road.
I spend a restless night, coughing and sweating, and in the morning realise I have no appetite for breakfast. I also realise something else. My terrible fatigue yesterday was not due to lack of willpower, nor lack of fitness, nor laziness. I’m ill. Whew! What a relief.
Fortified with paracetamol, I manage to find the bus stop where I ended my last walk prematurely, and resume marching along the B4547. I pass the gates to a grand estate.

I arrive in Caernarfon at 3pm and drive around, looking for a parking space. It’s taken me longer than I anticipated to travel here from Lincolnshire and I am feeling both irritated and unusually fatigued. Eventually, I park in the car park just beyond the Victoria Dock.

The morning is dull with a cold east wind. I stand on the beach at Dinas Dinlle and look back at the three peaks of Yr Eifl. Still so close. Despite walking for many hours yesterday I seem to have made little progress.

I park near the bus stop in Trefor. One of Yr Eifl’s peaks looms above the village and from this vantage point it is obvious how quarrying has resculpted the landscape.

When I reach Nefyn, I realise the tide is high and the beach is covered. I don’t want to risk road-walking again, so I decide to follow the official Llyn Coast Path even though it meanders inland. The path gets off to an unpromising start along the edge of a modern housing estate.

I wake up to the sound of wind and rain, slamming into the window of my B&B bedroom. The BBC weather site says the rain should clear by 11 am. So, I linger over breakfast and take a scenic route up the coast to the village of Nefyn, where I park my car. It’s 10:30 and the rain has stopped. The BBC is always right!
Next comes a 2 mile road walk from Nefyn back to the golf course at Morfa.

My B&B host drops me off at the bottom of a quiet track, and I cut across a muddy yard to reach the coast path. It’s a windy day. Porth Ferin is deserted and, since the tide is high, its little beach is covered with water.

I head north eastwards along a newly created section of the coastal path, where recently erected fences keep me hemmed into a narrow strip of land above the sea. Continue reading
My B&B host provides a drop off and pick up service for walkers. This is excellent news, because I’m fed up with trying – and failing – to catch buses. So it should be an uneventful journey to Aberdaron and the start of my walk.
