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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Wet and windy walk to Abersoch

We left Hell's Mouth and looked back at the waves crashing on the beach. It wasn't promising. As we walked over the top of the headland we got close to the edge. It was steep. 'I don't think I want to go any further.' She didn't listen. We headed on in the wind and the rain. Sometimes we nearly got blown over. See that headland? That's where we were heading. Oh no! That's miles away. 'Please can we go back,' I woofed as the wind blew me against the fence. She didn't listen. Then we reached this field. I couldn't see 'breeding bulls' anywhere so we continued. Notice I'm the one in front. Eventually we reached the top and started walking in the direction of Abersoch. We never actually got there. Ian was waiting in the first carpark by the sea. I enjoyed having a rub down and a drink. She had to wait to get back to get out of her wet things.

Life's a Bitch by Stitch

Me! One of my favourite poses - note the lead. I'm rarely off it when I'm out (unless it's in a 'beagle proof' fenced field). Note to other beagles: keep checking the boundary fence - there's usually a small gap somewhere under which you can escape to freedom. Bit of background on me: Born: April 13th 2019 and went to live in a place called Cheriton on the south east coast with a family that included a teenager (who named me), a toddler (who taught me how to misbehave) and a cat called Lola (who really annoyed me). Don't I look cute? Can you see what's on the collar? An anti bark device. I managed the destroy that one but I've got a new one now. They save it for when I'm really noisy. Note to other beagles: barking really winds them up. I now save it for motorbikes and cycles (anything with one eye), tractors and alsations (I've hated them ever since one savaged me - it's dead now but I'm on a mission to scare any big dog that c...

Prestatyn to Llanddulas

'Come on,' I barked. 'Let's go before the gulls wake up.' We were on a walk along the promenade from Prestatyn to Llanddulas, 12 miles away. The sea was still a bit choppy after the storms on Monday and the wind was breezy but there was a blue sky. I met another beagle (off the lead!!!) but it was old. There were lots of other people with dogs or children or on bikes. He was on his bike and met us half way at the Bike Cafe by the Foryd Bridge in Rhyl. Had a long drink and got some biscuits. He stayed with us for a while as we passed lots of work on flood defences along the seafront passing the funfair on the way to Pensarn Beach. There we stopped for a rest and listened to the bingo caller in the amusement arcade. The joys of a seaside holiday! He cycled back to the car and we followed. She had to be pulled most of the way.

Life's a Bitch by Stitch

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