Jeez. I cannot believe all of the dialogue disappeared. So I am re-doing it. I started this morning saying Yippee. About the 11-mile marker, I lost my yippee. My total for the day was 14.2 - all pavement. My feet still hurt.
I walked along the Dee River for most of the day.
My first trail marker for the Wales Coast Trail.
A foot marker. I can just tell that having to redo all the dialogue is not going to be as good.
"At the bottom, it says. Discover 870 miles of spectacular scenery from soaring cliffs to golden sands and traditional coastal towns and villages."
I could see this bridge from miles away. I didn’t think I was ever going to get there. But I did.
When it was opened in 1887, Hawarden Bridge boasted the largest opening span of any swing bridge in the country. The massive wheels and cogs on the turning gear can still be seen.
If you look closely at the bridge, you will see a bunch of people. They all had on shirts in support of children with cancer. What a great cause, but I have one minor issue with the men of this group. If you are a man and you are a little chubby or just plain fat, I don’t want to see your butt crack. In fact, if you are skinny as a rail. I don’t want to see your arse. Pull up your pants. That air you feel in the back means that your pants have hit the indecent stage. I saw no female butt cracks.
One of the major trail markers for each mini-section of the trail.
I could see this bridge from 10 miles away. No exaggeration.
This stunning tree looked like it had a thousand carnations on it.
A closer photo of the bridge.
The end of an era: Salmon have been fished from the Deefrom at least Roman times, if not earlier. This photo was taken around 1975, when there were 30 draft licenses and 4 trammel licenses for salmon fishing on the Dee. Draft and trammel are both types of nets, with the boats named after them. The boats in the foreground are draft boats, built locally at Taylor's Boatyard in Chester. Today, there is no commercial salmon fishing in the Dee, although anglers are allowed to catch them upstream as long as they use a rod and reel.
I first saw the pretty brick house, and then I noticed the car. It is an old Mercedes. I have no idea what year it is, but I am sure that is not a factory color.
The end of today’s walk was at Flint Castle. Flint is one of the most historic towns in North Wales, dating back to 1277 when King Edward I commissioned the building of Flint Castle and the adjoining town. Edward chose Flint as the site for the first of his formidable chain of castles along the Welsh coast. It was a day’s march from Chester (I can attest to that day’s march) and could be easily supplied by sea. A natural plinth of rock, jutting out into the River Dee, provided the ideal base.
A Medalian-style historic marker that says 1271. I met my taxi driver here. My hotel is miles off the trail, so he drove me to the hotel and will transport me back to the same place in the morning.
My hotel is also a spa. I was too tired to take advantage of the amenities.
I ordered a tuna and red onion ciabatta melt with "mature cheddar cheese, and sweet dill pickles.” It is all about the bread, and this bread made my stomach sing the hallajuah chorus. I splurged and paid two extra British pounds (about 2.50) for the chunky fries. Crisp on the outside and soft on the inside. YUM
So after re-doing the blog, I am REALLY beat. Until tomorrow -
Goodnight and God Bless!
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