Distance: 11.6 miles
Max Altitude: 56 m
Min Altitude: 1 m
Height Gain: 216 m
Height Loss: 262 m
Another night of rain on Ynys Môn. The current pattern seems to be bad weather at night and fine weather during the day. As long as it’s not rain when I’m walking, I don’t care!
I had a cooked breakfast at Blackthorn Farm, and an enormous amount of coffee. I then spent a good ninety minutes trying to get the blog online. The signal ever a problem.
When it had uploaded I got back on the Wales Coast Path. I must say a big thank you to everyone at Blackthorn Farm for making me so welcome and giving me a free pitch for the night. The facilities are fabulous, especially the shower block!
I found my way back to the trail and this was the sight that greeted me –
Based on that alone, it was going to be an excellent day.
As I walked, I noticed lots of activity in the water below me. This was to continue. There were people in yachts, people in speed boats, coasteers, divers, kayakers…
Next stop was Porth Dafarch, a sweet and not-too-busy cove, with toilets, and more importantly a food van.
I had a bag of cheesy chips and a can of Vimto (top notch!) with this as my view –
Energised, I walked on across fields and past a few houses. From afar, this house reminded me of Norman Bates’ house in Psycho for some reason.
Outside were a number of maritime relics, beautifully rusted.
The next location was tourist hotspot Bae Trearddur. I could have stopped but as soon as I saw the throngs of holidaymakers, I hotfooted it onwards. The crowds made me feel claustrophobic. Another place I’ll have to return to;the list becomes longer.
A tatty kissing gate signalled that I was back in the wild.
And then, a wonderful surprise as Bwa Du (black arch) appeared before me. The photo in no way does it justice.
And shortly after Bwa Du, an even greater surprise – Bwa Gwyn. Incredible.
I didn’t want to leave and reluctantly dragged myself away in order to continue on the path.
Way ahead in the distance, I could see the outline of Eryri (Snowdonia) and Llŷn in the distance. This is where I was headed.
I could see a small Coastguard’s lookout in front of me. As I got nearer, I waved at the man inside and he waved back.
I could see why he did his job.
I rounded the Rhoscolyn headland and headed inland up the beach.
I walked up the road and nipped in to the White Eagle pub for a drink and snack. It was evening, so I decided to head towards my base for the night in Pontrhydybont (Four Mile Bridge).
My friend Gary had kindly offered me the use of his house. I virtually collapsed into it, shattered. There are no words for the joy I felt at the sight of a proper bed and a set of towels. Diolch o galon, Gary a’r teulu! I was set for a fantastic night’s sleep.