Day 5 – Llanfaethlu to Trecastell
Having been woken by the rain and gales during the night, we were pleasantly surprised to find a dry and bright morning awaiting us. The wind continued to howl as we set off from the caravan (having feasted on Alan and Karen’s chuckies’ eggs) towards the coastal path, where we could see the waves breaking impressively over the rocks and the harbour wall at Holyhead. We soon reached Sandy Beach, where we were disappointed to find that the café had burnt down – no hot chocolate stop there then! The path soon took us inland around the Alaw estuary, and a couple of hours of boring walking along roads ensued.
We were all beginning to hurt by the time we reached Valley (but views of the RAF pilots taking part in a triathlon and a few Ibuprofen soon lifted our spirits). We didnt loiter, honest!
Having been woken by the rain and gales during the night, we were pleasantly surprised to find a dry and bright morning awaiting us. The wind continued to howl as we set off from the caravan (having feasted on Alan and Karen’s chuckies’ eggs) towards the coastal path, where we could see the waves breaking impressively over the rocks and the harbour wall at Holyhead. We soon reached Sandy Beach, where we were disappointed to find that the café had burnt down – no hot chocolate stop there then! The path soon took us inland around the Alaw estuary, and a couple of hours of boring walking along roads ensued.
We were all beginning to hurt by the time we reached Valley (but views of the RAF pilots taking part in a triathlon and a few Ibuprofen soon lifted our spirits). We didnt loiter, honest!
Soon after, the stop at the Bull Inn was most welcome for lunch. Numpty and Max flaked out on the floor, and we felt like doing the same after our jacket potatoes! But after a sneaky Chardonnay, we were like new women, and set out on the afternoon’s walk with renewed gusto.
From Valley there followed a pleasant stretch along the shoreline up to RAF Valley – where we sang all the songs from Top Gun - and laughed as Roz recounted the tale of a friend who had thought that ARAF (Welsh for ‘SLOW’) stood for Anglesey Royal Air Force! We followed the track along the runway, and crossing the dunes, were rewarded with the most breathtaking view of the amazing stretch of beach to Rhosneigr. The sun was shining, the tide was out, the surf was up, and all was right with the world - this was how we had all envisaged our adventure to be. The dogs loved playing on the beach, and we were soon all paddling to get across the river to Rhosneigr, (saving us a mile-long detour to a bridge!). The wind was still blowing hard, and we could see a black storm out to sea that looked as if it was rapidly advancing towards us – having been caught out before, we all donned our wet weather gear in anticipation, but it luckily passed us by.
Stu came to meet us at Rhosneigr, but buoyed by the good weather and our good progress, we decided to continue a few miles further to Trecastell, where we ended the walk at Cable Bay.
So we clocked up 19 miles today, and didn’t get wet once!!! Seventy-seven miles down – and only 30 to go! We retired to the caravan for another one of Roz’s excellent meals (veggie chilli, so are expecting wind assistance tomorrow!), accompanied by garlic bread (garlic? And bread?) – after all, it is the future!
From Valley there followed a pleasant stretch along the shoreline up to RAF Valley – where we sang all the songs from Top Gun - and laughed as Roz recounted the tale of a friend who had thought that ARAF (Welsh for ‘SLOW’) stood for Anglesey Royal Air Force! We followed the track along the runway, and crossing the dunes, were rewarded with the most breathtaking view of the amazing stretch of beach to Rhosneigr. The sun was shining, the tide was out, the surf was up, and all was right with the world - this was how we had all envisaged our adventure to be. The dogs loved playing on the beach, and we were soon all paddling to get across the river to Rhosneigr, (saving us a mile-long detour to a bridge!). The wind was still blowing hard, and we could see a black storm out to sea that looked as if it was rapidly advancing towards us – having been caught out before, we all donned our wet weather gear in anticipation, but it luckily passed us by.
Stu came to meet us at Rhosneigr, but buoyed by the good weather and our good progress, we decided to continue a few miles further to Trecastell, where we ended the walk at Cable Bay.
So we clocked up 19 miles today, and didn’t get wet once!!! Seventy-seven miles down – and only 30 to go! We retired to the caravan for another one of Roz’s excellent meals (veggie chilli, so are expecting wind assistance tomorrow!), accompanied by garlic bread (garlic? And bread?) – after all, it is the future!
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