Distance: 8.01 miles

Max Altitude: 83 m

Min Altitude: 1 m

Height Gain: 262 m

Height Loss: 269 m

Having had problems finding a signal in order to upload yesterday’s blog, I didn’t get underway until the afternoon. Not ideal but there we go.

First job was to cross Afon Goch and get to the other side of the estuary. 

The tide was out so I decided to walk along the estuary bed rather than take the high route of the Wales Coast Path. There were many things to be seen including several boat wrecks stuck in the sand. 

I came onto the shore. Once again I decided to navigate the beach rather than take the path on the cliff edge. I’ve never seen a beach so filled with shells. The colours popped in every direction I looked.

 

I crunched along the shore and finally made my way up onto the cliff to rejoin the path. From there I had a fantastic view of Ynys Dulas, a tiny island not far from shore. Upon the island is a  structure. I wondered what it was and found that it had been built in 1821 to store food and provide shelter for shipwrecked seamen.

All the way, I kept looking back to see the trace of Eryri (Snowdonia) behind me in the distance.

There were many ups and downs on this section. It was deceptively tiring. I was lucky to have a nice breeze on me.

As I rounded the headland I could see he lighthouse at Llaneilian. It was a significant landmark on my map and meant that I was leaving the eastern side of Ynys Môn and starting to move along its northern shores. In English it’s known as Point Lynas Lighthouse, but in Welsh we call it Goleudy Trwyn y Balog.

I didn’t have time to go and explore the lighthouse fully unfortunately. But I’ve learnt that it’s up for sale, not that I have more than £1million at my disposal!

Shortly after that point, I said a very sad farewell to Y Gogarth (Great Orme). It had been in my view – either in front of me, to the side of me, underneath me or behind me – for almost a week. It was a landmark against which I was able to judge my speed and position. I was sorry to see it disappear from my eyeline. 

I wasn’t expecting to arrive at a holy well but that I did. St Eilian’s well to be precise. There didn’t seem to be much water left inside but there is a small statue of the man himself nearby.

The ups and downs were taking their toll on my already damaged feet. As well as the undulating terrain, it was also very craggy with steep steps rather than a discernible path. So I was rather glad to see signs of buildings in the distance.

I was arriving into Amlwch Port.

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This was my stopping point for the evening. I was hungry and looking forward to getting to sleep.

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Incidentally, I need to say a big thank you to Lia at The Pilot Boat for sponsoring me. Very kind indeed. And another thank you to Terry Baker for his continued help. Diolch yn fawr!