Greetings from very chilly Wales. When I left this morning, it was 9 degrees Celsius or 48 degrees Fahrenheit. That doesn’t sound so cold, but it was very windy and damp.
I started here at the Four Mile Bridge. This is very close to the 3-mile bridge, which I described a few days ago as the Four Mile Bridge. This is the original historic Four Mile Bridge, a 394-foot-long low stone bridge that, for centuries, was the only land crossing between Holy Island and the main island of Anglesey. Named for its location roughly 4 miles from Holyhead, it was a vital, often treacherous route for passengers and mail coaches before the Stanley Embankment opened in 1823.
So Many beautiful photo ops. In the background is the Snodonia Mountain Range. It contains all 15 mountains in Wales over 3,000 feet high, including the country's highest, Snowdon, at 3,560 feet. These peaks are all part of the Snowdon, Glyderau, and Carneddau ranges in the north of the region. The only mountain in Great Britain higher than Snowden is Ben Nevis in Scotland. Dennis and I hiked Ben Nevis a few years back. Snowden could be my next hike?
Fabulous!
This footbridge is needed when the tide is in.
Conservationists working on the swampy-looking area left when the tide is out.
Grassy Trails are welcome. Especially wide ones without stinging nettles.
I think this is RAF Valley, a primary fast-jet training base. For the past two days, there have been really fast, break-the-sound-barrier planes flying overhead. As I was approaching Rhosneigr, I saw a class of trainees standing out on the dunes watching the jets.
I was trying to capture a photo of the windsurfers. Rhosneigr is the number one spot in Europe for windsurfing. The latest craze in windsurfing is Foiling. Windsurf foiling replaces a traditional fin with a hydrofoil to lift the board, allowing for flight. These surfers were flying for short periods of time, about 20 feet above the water.
My last gate. I had to wade through some ankle-deep water and climb up a big, soft sand hill to reach the road to my B&B.
A very unusual house overlooking the ocean.
Another unusual Tudor. I have never seen this roof color on a Tudor.
This clock tower is the center of town, and the landmark locals use to give directions. It is a World War II monument.
I ate dinner at the Lobster Catcher, even though I had to walk about a mile each way.
I really have to quit poking fun at British food. I have had the best food of any trip I have been on, especially the hikes. I ordered the Thai red curry, which contained king prawns, monkfish, jasmine rice, and shrimp crackers. The shrimp crackers reminded me of pig skins, but better. This was fiery hot, somewhere between jalapeño and habanero hot. But it wasn’t just hot for hot's sake. The flavor of the curry was wonderful. I started with my down jacket on, and after about two bites, I took it off. Before I finished, I was down to my t-shirt and mopping my brow. The sauce clearly had cream, ghee (Indian butter), and herbs, plus the flavors of the fish and shrimp. Best curry I have ever had. Once again, I waddled back to my room. I will need to go to a fat farm when I get home. I will be described as fat, dumb, and happy. Today’s total mileage, counting dinner, was 15.3
Good night and God Bless.
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