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A holiday on the Lleyn Peninsula

 



I guessed something was happening when they packed the car with his bike, their food and clothes, walking gear and my bedding and food.  I decided to play hard to get when they tried to get me in the car too.  'We're off on a holiday,' she said trying to get the lead on me.  I swerved and he tried from the other side.  'Come on Stitch.  You'll enjoy it.'  I gave in but why wouldn't they pack a bucket and spade if we were going on a seaside holiday?  I soon discovered that this was going to be a walking holiday!
We left him by the sea in Dinas Dinlle and set off back to the main road.  No footpath for a mile or more so I was on a short lead trying to avoid the traffic.  Then we had mile upon mile of pavement, sometimes by the road, sometimes a little way off, but the noise of traffic was always there.


We met him at Clynnog Fawr, a big church dominating a little village.  The last three miles was in sunshine so I dried off after the earlier soaking but my paws were beginning to ache.

Then we headed past high mountains.  I thought she'd said we were doing a coast walk!  I hadn't seen the sea since we set off.  There were a few ponies in a field but nothing else to interest me.
Soon after we turned off the main road and down the hill towards the coast at Trefor.  At last, I thought.  Now I can have a paddle.  But no!  That wasn't going to happen because the tide was out.  




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