Life's a Bitch by Stitch

 Three days of walks of over ten miles.  I'm tired thinking about it.  And to make it worse, I had a new halti which was uncomfortable so we had a battle - me getting it off my nose, she getting it on my nose. We'd arrived in Cemaes on a misty morning and, of course, she needed to use the WC before we started on the walk round to Cemlyn Bay where we planned to meet him for lunch.  In the distance we could see Wylfa Power Station looming out of the mist.  We reached it in less than an hour and, after wandering through a small wood, emerged by a pylon.   We never really lost sight of Wylfa after that, a blot on the landscape - a 'carbuncle' on the coast.  From across a small estuary we kept looking back as the sun cleared the mist and warmed us up.   I was so warm, I needed to cool down in the stream before dropping down to the sea.  The path was bordered with plants like white campion and the not so elusive scarlet pimpernel.  A...

  A trip to Anglesey and we got good weather.  I'm not happy about my halti but I've learnt to suffer in silence (just keep doing nose ploughs). Didn't take long to get to Bull Bay and he met us there to give her a biscuit (what about me?) We rounded a headland and saw the remains of a brickworks across the bay   (Porth Wen).  Would I get to go in the sea? No!  We didn't go to the beach but started to climb the other side.  Then we dropped down lots of steps to Hell's Mouth.  Then we climbed up lots of steps (after waiting for a party of old people going the other way). Then we headed for this old look out tower (when an invasion was expected) and continued round the headland.  I could guess what was coming next - more steps.  This time we dropped down to an old porcelain works at Porth Llanlleiana where there were more ruins (and not just her when she saw the steps up the other side. And so it continued - up and down until we finally me...