65. Bangor – Caernarfon
Distance: 10.44 miles
Max Altitude: 92 m
Min Altitude: 5 m
Height Gain: 167 m
Height Loss: 182 m
Still buoyed by yesterday, I woke up happy despite the pain in my feet waking me up on several occasions during the night.
I went downstairs for breakfast to find an envelope with my name on it waiting for me at the table. I opened it with curiosity. Inside was a beautifully written note and a donation from Monica, one of the staff I had chatted to at dinner. I was so touched by the gesture, it was all I could do not to blub in the dining room. Thank you so much to everyone at the Garden Hotel.
The note is now tucked away safely into my rucksack for good luck, and will stay with me for the rest of my journey.
My first task was to go into Bangor to sort a few things out. I may be on the trail but real life still goes on.
After all the admin and some food I set off to rejoin the Wales Coast Path. It was a long and boring walk through the suburbs of Bangor. The only interesting thing I accomplished was to nip in to Ysbyty Gwynedd for a can of drink. I can’t say I’ve ever popped into a hospital for a drink before.
I ambled on in boredom until I got to Y Felinheli. I almost missed the turn down into Dinorwic Marina, but was pleased when I got there. At last, I was beside the water once again.
A little further on in the village itself I stopped to have a snack. I was overlooking Ynys Môn, where I’d been just a day earlier. In the meantime, Pam, the lady I met in Malltraeth had left me a very kind message and donation. Thank you, Pam!
From there, it was just a very long walk on a Tarmac trail until I got to the outskirts of Caernarfon.
In a few miles I came to Doc Fictoria in Caernarfon. I decided to stop to rest my feet. I may have had an ice cream at the same time.
Continuing along the waterfront took me past the harbour and famous castle.
Before I knew it, the castle was behind me. I remember visiting at the age of nine with my parents, part of a whistle-stop tour we did of North Wales’ castles.
When I arrived at Fferm Is Helen, I had the most fantastic welcome from the family. In fact, they already had my map open on the laptop when I walked in through the door. We chatted for ages over a cup of tea before I was shown the facilities.
All that was left for me to do was to pitch Clark Tent up in the most idyllic spot, overlooking the Menai Straits and watch the sun set on another day.
2 thoughts on “65. Bangor – Caernarfon”
You are meeting such wonderful people along the way….such a boost, and they have been so generous. You are doing amazing girlie xxx
Yes, I am meeting amazing people all the time. It’s one of the best aspects xx