Aberdaron to another Towyn

It started very well with a rabbit in the path but I wasn't able to follow it so continued along the path by a stream until we came to a road. No sign of the sea yet. We crossed fields of cows, a bull and lots of sheep. Then we reached the top of the cliffs and I had to take care - narrow path, steep drop down to the sea and gusts of wind.

Looking back we could see Aberdaron in the far distance. Looking forward we could see the hill we had to climb over to reach Ian.

Before we reached that mountain, we got lost! She did find an interesting building that was once a mine working but had to walk cross country to find the road we should have been on.

I kept a look out so we didn't get lost again.

Then we reached the top and there were horses. We had lunch (I stole her sandwich!) then continued down hill and found Ian who'd cycled up the road. He went back on the road and we walked down to a cafe where we met again - this time they had cake and coffee and I got water!

After that the walk went downhill and we were already at sea level. First a long road walk (I hate those). Then we had to cross fields with sheep and cows and no signs so that took a long time. Luckily we saw Ian walking towards us so I realised she hadn't got lost but it was still a long walk back to the car. I was exhausted.

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