Cemaes Bay to Holyhead's Breakwater Country Park

 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 kestrel hovered nearby.

Then we followed the path as it meandered around to Cemlyn Bay where we met him walking towards us on the shingle bank.

After they'd eaten their lunch (nothing for me) she set off taking me up and down over the cliffs, sometimes very close to the edge.  At one point I heard something barking on the beach - it was a seal with its pup.  

   We kept getting views of the Skerries as we wandered through heather, gorse and bracken.  Eventually we had a very steep drop down to the shore where we could see him waiting for us (watching a seal in the bay).  

Then it was another climb past dead trees up the hill to where he'd parked the car at Hen Dy.

The next day (after a night in a big caravan as Mo had to have it's roof fixed) we returned to Hen Dy in fog.  That didn't put her off.  We set off over the tops to the edge of the coast and eventually saw two people looking at seals in an inlet.

Then we were walking through narrow paths between bracken and brambles.  She kept stopping to eat them.   

He joined us and together we walked down to Church Bay.  The cafe was closed so they shared a biscuit and planned where to meet for lunch.  We could see sandy beaches from the tops but I didn't get to go in the sea until later that day.  Across the sea we could see Holyhead harbour where a cruise ship docked.

After lunch we walked down to a long beach.  Great!  Another paddle.  But no.  We trudged through soft sand and over pebbles till our legs ached.  It seem to go on forever.  Finally we turned off to walk through grass and marshy land to meet him near the lane to the village of Llanfachreth and the pub.

The next day we didn't have far to drive as our caravan was near Llanfachreth.  But it was pouring with rain.  We waited until it stopped and there was a patch of blue in the sky.  Then we set off back down the road from the pub until we reached a bridge to cross the river.

She was happy listening to curlews and oyster catchers on the marshland and I spotted a big rabbit which I showed her.  The path was level and passed between bramble hedges.  She wanted to stop and pick them but I pulled her on to the coast.  Then she got confused and we went backwards and forwards along a road, eventually stopping at a house to ask the way.  The tide was rising so we had to go inland adding another mile to the walk.  We met him on the other side near the embankment.   He'd been watching us on 360 and guessed we'd got lost.

We crossed the Stanley Embankment, watching a great crested grebe (she called it a white cormorant) and Mediterranean gulls then stopped for coffee and tea cake at the toll house cafe at the other end.  

It was a lovely walk through the country park until we reached the pet cemetery.  Was she hinting?

Soon after, he left us to go on to Holyhead whilst we walked round the coast, often hearing the waves but not seeing the sea.  It was all very pleasant until we got close to the town.  She got annoyed with one dog owner who didn't pick his dog's mess up.  Then she stood in another dog's mess and got lost in the middle of the roundabout for the ferry port.  

We cut through the railway station and onto the bridge into the town centre but she wasn't happy.  She couldn't find any signs so we went along the main road and dropped down to the Maritime Museum.  He wasn't there.  He phoned and we went to eat outside the Bistro (dogs not allowed in) which meant she could paddle in the sea to get the dog muck off her boot.  

He walked as far as the harbour wall to find out where the marina had gone (blown away in a storm).  His last boat had been there in 2012.  He sold it after he'd finished sailing round Britain.  We continued past some dilapidated buildings and back onto the coastal footpaths towards Breakwater Country Park.  He got lost and we had to wait half an hour for him to find us.  Then they went and got an ice cream each.