Penmon Point to Pentraeth beach

We're back on Anglesey and he's joining us for the first bit through these paths between wild flowers and by the high walls of the priory fields.

I'm still trying to get this off my nose but nobody's taking any notice of me.

Through the gate there's views of the mountains of Eryri and more sheep with lambs.

Then he heads back to the car part (and a coffee) while we continue along lanes passing more fields and houses.

We pass a herd of belted Galloways who had a lovely view of the sea looking back from where we'd come from.

We passed lots of gorze bushes (with the scent of coconut) and eventually dropped down fields and steps to reach the rocky sea shore. Luckily the path went along a lane for a while until the signpost led us to the shore path which was clear. I wasn't happy walking along the decking but that was better than walking along the top of the wall that seemed to last for miles.

We got to the end and then I saw him coming towards us. Only another couple of miles to go and we'd be at the car. She was ready to drop blaming osteoarthritis - whoever that is.

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