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A new adventure on dry land

 

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 and water.  Nice cafe!

We're then back on the road and it got warmer.  We were on cycle paths and main roads till we got into Flint when we finally found a grass path on the other side of the railway that took us to Flint castle.   I was relieved to see the car.  
Finally I could have a long drink and rest my paws.


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