Good Morning! My trek today started at the little cafe where I had the incredible cheese-and-onion pie.
Almost next door, the restored "Swtan House represents a way of life once common on Anglesey. Known in Welsh as a 'tyddyn', this simple type of dwelling, together with a few acres of land, formed the basis of an ancient land-holding system throughout rural Wales. Step inside its rugged, uneven, stone walls onto the brushed earth floor and you can begin to appreciate how poor labouring communities in the 19th century and earlier lived. Life was hard. Most men worked all day on a local farm, returning to work the family smallholding in the evening. The woman's work was endless looking after children, washing, cooking, tending the animals and helping out on the smallholding. The diet was basic but nourishing - barley bread, potatoes, beans, turnips, carrots, fish and occasionally meat. The family cow, or cows, provided milk and butter. " (From the sign) A local woman told me that it is the only one left in Wales.
An outbuilding. I wasn’t able to see the inside of either structure because they only open a few hours in the afternoon.
On the coast again.
Although today’s hike was 19.1 miles, it lacked the mountains. That didn’t necessarily mean that it was easy. It did have some hills.
This beach would rival Pensacola’s legendary white sands.
I tramped through numerous cow pastures and sheep pastures.
And corn fields.
She had four dogs, and her friend behind her also had four dogs - all on leashes.
This bridge evidently cuts off some of the distance between Church Bay and Holyhead. Thank the good Lord.
I did not like this part of the overgrown trail. I got into some stinging nettles, and my ankles are still stinging. At least I didn’t step on any snakes. And it went on for better than a mile.
A surprisingly long concrete bridge. This whole area floods when the tide is up.
It was really windy and chilly today. I think all these sheep were huddled together for warmth. I got a bit lost in this area. Everywhere my map told me to go, there was a barbed-wire fence. I wandered all over hell's half-acre before I found the trail.
The Four-Mile Bridge is one of three bridges connecting Holy Island and Anglesey. The bridge is not four miles long, but it is roughly four miles from Holyhead. A bridge at this location existed by 1530 and was the only land route to Holyhead until 1823. It is 390 ft long and carries the road over the Cymyran Strait. I thought I was almost there. Ha Ha, four more miles, which I turned into five, trying to find my lodging. Holyhead is pretty big.
Holyhead is a historic port town and the largest town and community in the county of the Isle of Anglesey, Wales. Holyhead is on Holy Island, bounded by the Irish Sea to the north
A pet Cemetery.
Today was beautiful. The wind picked up so much at the end that it kept causing me to misstep on the narrow footpath. Nothing dangerous, but I could really feel it. It was causing the waves to crash against the rocks, and that was spectacular
This is my tiny room. The end of the bed touches the other wall, and the end of the window touches the bathroom wall. I have had way bigger rooms on ships. And the bathroom barely has room to turn around in. I am not complaining. It is a great area, and I can see the ocean from my window. I had a really good restaurant picked out, but it was a third of a mile away. I took about ten steps toward it, but my feet screamed NO! I went to the pub next door and had a cheese-and-onion panini and a cup of tomato soup. An updated version of a grilled cheese and Campbell’s tomato soup. It was pretty good, but not as good as my Mom’s.
It is almost time for bed, and I still have to get ready for tomorrow. So...
Good Night and God Bless.
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