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Menai Bridge to Penmon Point






Menai Bridge on a cool sunny wintry day.  We'd been driving for over an hour so she needed a loo.  It's alws the same at the start of a walk.  
I'd usually wait till there's no bins in sight but she was in luck.

A grassy spot on the edge of the town with a view over the Menai Straits - and a dog poo bin.  From there we'd stay on the main road for a while with views of the shore.




Then we headed uphill to a housing estate - a nice one with views of the straits and the snow dusted mountains of Eryri (Snowdonia).  After a long road walk we headed off on a path into some woodland and fields.  

As we walk down the hill towards Beaumaris, we see Ian coming to meet us.  They had lunch in a fish and chip shop (and I got some too) then we headed past the castle and up over the hill.  Ian left us there on the excuse of having to go back to the last dog poo bin.  Good excuse!

We dropped down to the road for a while then onto the pebble beach and it was a long difficult walk round the headland trying not to hurt our feet.


As we head towards a distant headland with cars and houses, we see someone coming towards us who recognises me.  It was a walker from the Tuesday Walking Group who was finishing the last leg of the Anglesey Coast Path.  They chatted while I tried to get their attention.
  
We managed to ford a stream and then it was road walk all the way to Penmon Point.  Ian met us by the old priory but it was still a long walk before we saw the lighthouse between Anglesey and Puffin Island.  The car was parked up but Ian wasn't happy as it cost him £3.50 and he'd have to pay it again when he dropped us off for the next leg.









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