Tuesday, 20 August 2013

Rhosneigr and Trearddur Bay

Another cycling day, this time setting off from the campsite and immediately missing the right turn to Holyhead. We then headed straight down the main A55 towards Bangor.
Two mistakes but then it got better, we found the nice quiet roads and were either whizzed along by the wind, or forced back as we made our way around RAF Valley to Rhosneigr beach.
It is a very beautiful coastline and we stopped for a picnic in the sand dunes just back from the beach (mainly to keep out of the wind).
I walked down to the beach and found a very happy dad with a little spade. He had built a canal to funnel sea water around a large sandcastle and he was collecting pebbles to make a sea wall. No sign of any of his kids, but I could have happily spent the afternoon helping him, particularly once the tide started coming in.
I dragged myself away and we carried on, stopping at a big blackberry bush for pudding.
Nearly home and we came across a little seaside town called Trearddur Bay. It was the most perfect place with soft sand, rock pools, little boats and people flying kites.
It was just the type of place that the Famous Five would have loved.
64k and quite tired, all I need now are lashings of ginger beer.

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