Penrhyn Bay to Penmaenmawr

It was cool and breezy when we set off. First we went past some houses then up onto the Little Orme and soft grassy paths. It was great. I enjoyed the smells and she enjoyed the views. Pity I had to wear the halti to stop me pulling.

We left the Coast Path and climbed up to the trig point with views of the Great Orme beyond Llandudno. That's where we were heading.

We rejoined the path that led to the main road down into the town.

There were crowds of people on the promenade despite the cool weather. We headed towards the pier then up the road round the Great Orme where Ian joined us on his bike. That was more interesting with sheep, goats and even seals (though I couldn't see them).

We stopped at the top for a rest then it was back down the other side.
More goats! I could smell them.

At the bottom we walked past more holidaymakers and then it was back to the car.

A few days later we were back there in sunshine on a Bank Holiday weekend. She kept stopping to take photos of the views across the estuary to Penmaenmawr - our destination.

We could also see a sandy beach by the golf course and Conwy Marina on the opposite shore.

Soon we could see Conwy Castle and the bridge across the river.

I was getting hot and ready for a swim so it was lucky that the tide was in.

We then met Ian and went to the marina for a sandwich and drink. I got most of Ian's before he'd even had a bit. He wasn't happy!

Soon we were on the last leg along the beach we'd seen from Deganwy. It was hard work walking in that soft sand and when we finally reached the hard surface, there was an ice cream van and Ian!

The last few miles were along the footpath by the A55 which was noisy but they kept finding fruit to pick so it took longer than necessary.

Comments

Dog Watching

I’m sat here in the back of the boat dog watching. The little yappy ones I don’t bother with. Those my size like the spaniels and collies are more interesting. Occasionally I see another beagle, good looking like me, but, if I see something large like a German Shepherd or a Labrador I’ll really bark. That’s when I get shouted at. They brought the boat round from Tattenhall Marina on Friday, stopping at the top of Beeston Iron Lock on the first night. On Saturday we entered the Llangollen canal so I got lots of interesting walks along the towpath. It rained on Sunday but we had lunch in a pub in Wrenbury and I got the scraps. By Monday night we’d reached the top of the staircase locks in Grindley Brook (thanks to the helpful volunteers) but had to go home on Tuesday for appointments. As they’re having a new shower fitted, we came back here to Whitchurch that same day and spent yesterday at Cholmondley Castle Gardens where there were loads o...

Prestatyn to Llanddulas

'Come on,' I barked. 'Let's go before the gulls wake up.' We were on a walk along the promenade from Prestatyn to Llanddulas, 12 miles away. The sea was still a bit choppy after the storms on Monday and the wind was breezy but there was a blue sky. I met another beagle (off the lead!!!) but it was old. There were lots of other people with dogs or children or on bikes. He was on his bike and met us half way at the Bike Cafe by the Foryd Bridge in Rhyl. Had a long drink and got some biscuits. He stayed with us for a while as we passed lots of work on flood defences along the seafront passing the funfair on the way to Pensarn Beach. There we stopped for a rest and listened to the bingo caller in the amusement arcade. The joys of a seaside holiday! He cycled back to the car and we followed. She had to be pulled most of the way.

Wet and windy walk to Abersoch

We left Hell's Mouth and looked back at the waves crashing on the beach. It wasn't promising. As we walked over the top of the headland we got close to the edge. It was steep. 'I don't think I want to go any further.' She didn't listen. We headed on in the wind and the rain. Sometimes we nearly got blown over. See that headland? That's where we were heading. Oh no! That's miles away. 'Please can we go back,' I woofed as the wind blew me against the fence. She didn't listen. Then we reached this field. I couldn't see 'breeding bulls' anywhere so we continued. Notice I'm the one in front. Eventually we reached the top and started walking in the direction of Abersoch. We never actually got there. Ian was waiting in the first carpark by the sea. I enjoyed having a rub down and a drink. She had to wait to get back to get out of her wet things.

Life's a Bitch by Stitch

Search This Blog