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 Back in Trearddur Bay on a sunny day with no wind - and it's October!  We leave him to walk along the seafront where a lifeboat is preparing to go out (practice run rather than emergency).  

I did my usual trick of waiting until we were well past a bin before deciding to go so she had to carry the poo bag until she found another bin.  Keeps her busy!

By the time we leave the exclusive properties at the other end of the bay and reach a caravan park by one of many secluded beaches, she too needs to go.  We're joined by two gentlemen with expensive dogs (off their leads) who want to know if she's going for a swim.  I suspect they have a second home there.  


There were a few people swimming and I was desperate to join them but had to keep going as the beaches entailed a climb down from the Coast Path and, consequently, a climb up to rejoin it.  I decided to wait.  

  It wasn't as hilly as the previous walk but we did climb up to a coastguard hut overlooking the bay with clear views of the mountains from Conwy to Bardsey Island.  We felt proud to think we'd already walked all the way along the coast path in the shadow of those peaks.








Then we dropped down across fields of sheep (I ignored them) and saw him coming towards us on a grassy lane.  That's good, I thought.  I'll get a drink of water and hopefully some food.

He was enthusing about a cottage he'd seen on the seafront at Porth Wen having complained about all the second home owners.  I could have lived there - paddling in the sea every day.

We stopped to have lunch in Mo then I was off again with Dodgy Knees.  She soon started moaning about the pain as we walked over heathland towards a beach - she hates walking in soft sand but I love it.  









We then headed inland at an estuary and lost sight of the sea.  There was a lot of road walking and, when we reached a path going through woods, she went throught the gate but looked round first to see if anyone was watching.  Peculiar behaviour!

When we reached the road at the other end she breathed a sigh of relief having cut a corner off.  She was visibly limping now as her knee was hurting.  When we left the road to join a track towards the estuary I was happy to walk on grass again.  Problem was, we weren't on the Coast Path but following someone's mistaken route across fields.   It must be a regular problem as there was a man made gap in the fence which we climbed through.  Then we were on the marshy land with Four Mile Bridge in the distance and he was walking towards us. 



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