Life's a Bitch by Stitch

  We're back in Flint.  We were dropped near the castle on a Sunday morning and set off west passing a few other dogs and owners.  This guy was sat looking up the estuary completely ignoring me. Further on I saw a rabbit cross the path but I was on my lead so couldn't get it.  I bravely ignored the gunfire as we passed the Clay Pigeon shoot.  On we walked, the water on my right and land to the left (apart from where we missed the path and had to retrace our steps.) There were lots of exciting smells and a few of these beacons. After we'd walked about six miles he joined us.  We headed along a high bank with cattle on one side and the sea on the other.  In the distance we could see a ship and that was the end of the walk.  It was only nine miles and there was a cafe at the end with free biscuits and their leftovers.  A perfect walk!

  We're off on a new adventure, she tells me.   We're dropped off in the middle of Chester and head towards the River Dee to walk to Flint.  Only 13 miles!   This is the start of the Wales Coast Path that she intends to follow though, as it's 870 miles long, I'm not sure either of us will be able to make it.  He's in charge of transport: dropping us off at the start then meeting us on his bike to make sure we're safe. It's a long tarmac path but there are interesting smells on either side and we pass a few other dogs, some walkers and cyclists.  The start of the Wales Coast Path is obvious - even to a dog! We must have walked for over five miles before we leave the path to cross the big blue bridge at Queensferry and, for a short distance, we follow grass paths to the Hawarden bridge. We still couldn't see the sea but the estuary was wider. Then we're back on tarmac all the way to Connah's Quay where he meets us for lunch and I get two sausages a...