What is that bright stuff?

Menai Bridge
Menai Bridge done by Thomas Telford. Buses have to slow down to a crawl to pass through the standards.

About noon I saw the clouds breaking up over Anglesey — even saw some blue sky. A trip to the Isle of Anglesey was the plan. A system of coastal walks cover the entire coast of the island, so I randomly picked a small town called Moelfre on the north coast. Once I crossed the Menai Bridge, the world brightened considerably.

I was hungry and stopped at Ann’s Pantry.

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The lamb burger was wonderfully moist, the fries crisp and soft inside, and the salad tasty.

Ann's Pantry
Lamb burger with raisin and apple chutney, crisp fries and mixed salad. Yum!

A walk was next. I followed the coastline.

Moelfre
As I started the walk, I had to turn around and shoot what I was leaving. Ann’s is on the left and my car is second from the left.
Rabbits
Bunnies were out in force munching the green grass — and it was this green. The first part of the trail was passing by some healthy backyards.
Lifeboat station
So far the trail is wide and relatively dry as I come on the Lifeboat station. It has motorized rafts and larger tug-sized boat with an all volunteer force.
Fishermen's houses
The trail although still defined gets a little narrower as it passes by the fishermen’s cottages, which are now self-catering holiday homes.
Old rock
By this time a soft rain is falling and the wind picks up. The trail is a one person path and although muddy has a gravel laid in to make it less slippery. The trail rises to follow the rising cliffs.
Oystercatchers
I’ve been to the ocean a number of times and these were unfamiliar. Eurasian oystercatchers. They kept turning their backs to me.
More cliffs
The rain is still soft, but more … Trail is muddier but still solid. Have to step up and down off rocks. One man goes past and grumbles, “12 minutes of sunshine.” I’m not ready to quit and continue on past those building at the top and stop at the kissing gate, where the trail descends to a rocky beach, contemplating whether I want to continue. A man comes up the steps slightly out of breath, rosy faced. “Not sure I want to try that,” I said. He says, “It’s not that bad. I hate this rain.” So I started down. Halfway down my foot caught just mud and I went splat — mud butt. That was enough.

I went home, burnt a scone in the microwave and had a little tea.

Tomorrow: Snowdon walk, even if it rains. Although Sally and I may head back to the cafe before her daughter and friend do.

 

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