Flint to Llanerch y Mor

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!

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