Distance: 9.93 miles
Max Altitude: 112 m
Min Altitude: 1 m
Height Gain: 203 m
Height Loss: 201 m
I’ve been taking it easy for the past couple of days. On Monday I discovered that I’ve damaged the tendons in my foot. It explains why the pain had been keeping me up at night. I have orders to take it easy as well as using orthotics to try to alleviate the problem. I’m trying to put it all out of my mind though.
On Monday, I walked across the Menai Bridge on to Ynys Môn (Anglesey). I forgot to switch my GPS on until I was half way across though. Schoolgirl error. Since then, I have had the most fantastic couple of days being spoilt rotten by friends of the family, Ann and Noel, who live on Ynys Môn. I feel like a new person once more. I’m not sure they realise how grateful I am but maybe they will when they read this blog. Diolch o galon!
Back to the trek…. This morning I left from the stunning Menai Bridge, heading anti-clockwise on the Wales Coast Path.
Had I not been right at the start of my day I would have stopped properly in Porthaethwy (Menai Bridge village) for a nose and a cup of tea. But it didn’t feel right doing so after I’d only just set set off.
I was heading towards Biwmaris. The WCP after Porthaethwy was routed inland for some reason, so I found myself walking through ordinary countryside away from the sea. I am never a fan when this happens, as it is meant to be a coastal path. However, I’m guessing the reason this happens in this location is in order to avoid walking alongside a busy A road.
After walking along a quiet country road for a couple of miles I was taken through a marshy forest and had to squish through a very tight kissing gate. My roll mat is always an issue with these.
I was soon arriving into Biwmaris and was relieved to see the water once more.
I always loved coming to Biwmaris when I worked in Bangor. It’s a popular place for tourists and incomers too; Helen Mirren owns a holiday home right on the sea front.
I love the architecture, the quirkiness and the taste of salt.
I didn’t call at the castle as I’d been before. So after a cream tea, I headed out of the town. The weather was perfect. The views even more so. This was the life!
The tide was out so I took the low tide WCP option along the shore. I crunched along the rocky beach, wishing I had more time to do some beachcombing. There were treasures to be found every few steps, interesting stones and magnificent bits of sea glass rubbed smooth by the ebb and flow of the waves.
In about a kilometre or so, the nature of the shoreline changed. There were caves cut out of the cliffs and clear evidence of coastal erosion.
It was early evening and I decided to spare my feet and call it a day. My stopping point was this glamorous bus stop just outside Penmon, where I took my shoes off and gave my tootsies a rest.
Back again tomorrow for more.