Life's a Bitch by Stitch

 Back in Trearddur Bay on a sunny day with no wind - and it's October!  We leave him to walk along the seafront where a lifeboat is preparing to go out (practice run rather than emergency).   I did my usual trick of waiting until we were well past a bin before deciding to go so she had to carry the poo bag until she found another bin.  Keeps her busy! By the time we leave the exclusive properties at the other end of the bay and reach a caravan park by one of many secluded beaches, she too needs to go.  We're joined by two gentlemen with expensive dogs (off their leads) who want to know if she's going for a swim.  I suspect they have a second home there.   There were a few people swimming and I was desperate to join them but had to keep going as the beaches entailed a climb down from the Coast Path and, consequently, a climb up to rejoin it.  I decided to wait.     It wasn't as hilly as the previous walk but we did climb up...

 It was a dark and stormy night - sorry Snoopy.  I mean it was a sunny but windy day but it had been a dark and stormy night.  We all walked up from Breakwater Country Park but he had to turn back as the combination of cold wind and a steep climb was a bit much for his dicky heart.  We kept on up and up until we were looking down on North Stack. We still continued uphill until she realised we'd gone too far and we had to walk back down to join the coast path.  Narrow escape!  We might have finished up on top of Holyhead Mountain. We continued to South Stack but avoided walking all the way down to the lighthouse which would have meant walking all the way back up.  He met us there in the carpark so I was locked in Mo while they went for a coffee (and I suspect they had cake!). We then set off down the road towards another bird sanctuary at Porth Penrhyn where he was waiting for us on the path that skirted the cliffs.  Below us we could see crashing ...

 Three days of walks of over ten miles.  I'm tired thinking about it.  And to make it worse, I had a new halti which was uncomfortable so we had a battle - me getting it off my nose, she getting it on my nose. We'd arrived in Cemaes on a misty morning and, of course, she needed to use the WC before we started on the walk round to Cemlyn Bay where we planned to meet him for lunch.  In the distance we could see Wylfa Power Station looming out of the mist.  We reached it in less than an hour and, after wandering through a small wood, emerged by a pylon.   We never really lost sight of Wylfa after that, a blot on the landscape - a 'carbuncle' on the coast.  From across a small estuary we kept looking back as the sun cleared the mist and warmed us up.   I was so warm, I needed to cool down in the stream before dropping down to the sea.  The path was bordered with plants like white campion and the not so elusive scarlet pimpernel.  A...

  A trip to Anglesey and we got good weather.  I'm not happy about my halti but I've learnt to suffer in silence (just keep doing nose ploughs). Didn't take long to get to Bull Bay and he met us there to give her a biscuit (what about me?) We rounded a headland and saw the remains of a brickworks across the bay   (Porth Wen).  Would I get to go in the sea? No!  We didn't go to the beach but started to climb the other side.  Then we dropped down lots of steps to Hell's Mouth.  Then we climbed up lots of steps (after waiting for a party of old people going the other way). Then we headed for this old look out tower (when an invasion was expected) and continued round the headland.  I could guess what was coming next - more steps.  This time we dropped down to an old porcelain works at Porth Llanlleiana where there were more ruins (and not just her when she saw the steps up the other side. And so it continued - up and down until we finally me...