Pwllheli to Llanystumdwy (fishy!)

Yippee! I got to paddle in the sea. This was going to be a fun walk, even if she wouldn't let me off the lead.

He dropped us off at the seafront in Pwllheli and (after they'd had a scone and coffee) we walked all the way round the harbour then reached the beach. There were other dogs but I wasn't interested in them. There were so many other things to sniff - and taste!

Little fishes were all over the sand - she dragged me away after I'd eaten a load. I think she thought I'd be sick. It was a very long sandy beach with views to the headland where we were heading and out to sea where I saw a dog on a paddleboard (not alone - there was a human too).

When we got near the end of the beach we crossed some dunes and then walked along the pebbles between gorse bushes and a rabbit warren. Didn't see any.

This was her picnic spot - looking for seals in the bay while eating smoked salmon butties (and not sharing them). We walked over the headland and saw a new bay with our destination in the distance, just before the coloured houses of Cricieth.

He met us on the path soon after I'd spotted a rabbit. He pushed his bike back to the road, crossing this bridge. I never saw any snakes which was probably very fortunate. We stopped by the Afon Wen and I had a long drink and wash, coming out of the River White (a Welsh speaker might get this - ha ha). Then it was a long boring walk along the road all the way to Llanystumdwy where she stayed for the weekend and I went home with him.

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