tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39340670811946568102024-03-13T22:59:30.621+00:00Welsh NomadWelsh Nomadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05512835984579004634noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3934067081194656810.post-62314526799845769422008-07-03T12:00:00.000+01:002009-02-06T01:00:44.062+00:00Snowdon, Bethesda, Bangor1-3 July 2008<br /><br />Howdy, All,<br /><br />These are my last three days in Wales. Ithel and Idwen picked me up and took me to all the familiar places, Llanberis, Ogwen Valley and the Nant Ffrancon Valley.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYt_bZkEneI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/zk8VUeDmzWc/s1600-h/_7017731.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYt_bZkEneI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/zk8VUeDmzWc/s200/_7017731.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299469495226899938" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYuAlhozhmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ouvrSSuEM88/s1600-h/_7017775.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYuAlhozhmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ouvrSSuEM88/s200/_7017775.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299470768704554594" /></a>I got a good glimpse of Mt Snowdon(Climbed up there 2 times, but that's another story)!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYt_N4J0qDI/AAAAAAAAAJI/-B-EW2hsHZE/s1600-h/_7017662.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYt_N4J0qDI/AAAAAAAAAJI/-B-EW2hsHZE/s200/_7017662.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299469262920132658" /></a><br /><br />Also, made it to Betws-y-Coed. Go ahead, just try and say it!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYuAA8N62oI/AAAAAAAAAJY/MKDAY1BHUWk/s1600-h/_7017707.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYuAA8N62oI/AAAAAAAAAJY/MKDAY1BHUWk/s200/_7017707.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299470140184386178" /></a><br /><br />View from Ithel and Idwen's house. My Grandmothers homestead is supposed to be out there somewhere.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYuC3GmnlhI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/bIOkfvWeL5g/s1600-h/_7028017.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYuC3GmnlhI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/bIOkfvWeL5g/s200/_7028017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299473269708527122" /></a><br />Back to Bangor and a beautiful sunset over the Menai Straight!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYuBdKoRmdI/AAAAAAAAAJw/4lV2ziYP6hY/s1600-h/_7017884.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYuBdKoRmdI/AAAAAAAAAJw/4lV2ziYP6hY/s200/_7017884.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299471724600990162" /></a>Welsh Nomadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05512835984579004634noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3934067081194656810.post-75794365790298199842008-06-30T23:29:00.000+01:002009-02-06T01:16:38.013+00:00Aberdaron to Bangor via Criccieth and Caernarfon30 June 2008<br /><br />Howdy, All,<br /><br />After breakfast at the Ty Newydd, Peter picked me up and took me to the top of the world so that I could see Bardsey Island. No chance that I was getting there by ferry, the sea was too rough. What a stunning view. Thanks, Peter!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYt4iUpS-hI/AAAAAAAAAII/MbN3V1PXC9E/s1600-h/_6307290.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYt4iUpS-hI/AAAAAAAAAII/MbN3V1PXC9E/s200/_6307290.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299461917584325138" /></a><br /><br />Then, Simon took me to Bangor, but he asked me if would mind going via Criccieth to drop off the car for maintenance.. not a problem in my book. I had never been to Criccieth before!<br /><br />What a beautiful drive! Criccieth is a stunning seaside resort village. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYt5gKbDGtI/AAAAAAAAAIg/vi2adABybGw/s1600-h/_6307444.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYt5gKbDGtI/AAAAAAAAAIg/vi2adABybGw/s200/_6307444.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299462979992099538" /></a><br /><br /><br />There is also a castle there, situated picturesquely on the hill overlooking the bay. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYt49RTKrNI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/BfeET8Ry6yI/s1600-h/_6307353.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYt49RTKrNI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/BfeET8Ry6yI/s200/_6307353.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299462380542667986" /></a><br /><br /><br />Simon took the car after dropping me off and we agreed to meet at a certain time and place. Almost at once, I heard the jets! I had forgotten that the RAF used the airspace in and around the Caernarfon Bay and Mt Snowdon for their maneuvers! Wow, some noise that is.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYt5RBPA60I/AAAAAAAAAIY/GKRHh1vPemU/s1600-h/_6307403.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYt5RBPA60I/AAAAAAAAAIY/GKRHh1vPemU/s200/_6307403.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299462719827667778" /></a><br /><br /><br />Then off to lunch in Caernarfon. We found a place just before Caernarfon that had a beer garden out back! But we ate in the lovely, posh dining room.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYt7KlphVNI/AAAAAAAAAIo/s4KgPUbpnAU/s1600-h/_6307505.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYt7KlphVNI/AAAAAAAAAIo/s4KgPUbpnAU/s200/_6307505.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299464808366691538" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYt7LPdQ3yI/AAAAAAAAAIw/VsX3b8DaBMI/s1600-h/_6307507.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYt7LPdQ3yI/AAAAAAAAAIw/VsX3b8DaBMI/s200/_6307507.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299464819589570338" /></a><br /><br />Then off to get some pictures of Caernarfon Castle! Only been in Wales 7 times and been to this castle every time. I love the beauty and immensity of it!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYt7SbYa0MI/AAAAAAAAAI4/zI8W795lvLU/s1600-h/_6307520.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYt7SbYa0MI/AAAAAAAAAI4/zI8W795lvLU/s200/_6307520.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299464943049560258" /></a><br /><br />Simon dropped me off in my hotel in Bangor. I have stayed in Bangor before, at a B&B, but never in this hotel. It was priced right and since the family can't have me, it will work out well. I will still be able to see them. They are only about 8 miles up the road.<br /><br />This is the view from my hotel window. Welsh Chimney pots!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYt8I4Q4hqI/AAAAAAAAAJA/9m7mibStZWI/s1600-h/_6307612.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYt8I4Q4hqI/AAAAAAAAAJA/9m7mibStZWI/s200/_6307612.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299465878515517090" /></a>Welsh Nomadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05512835984579004634noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3934067081194656810.post-18939655249380539332008-06-29T23:28:00.000+01:002009-02-06T01:16:23.968+00:00Aberdaron Day 2<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYtk1kQzWTI/AAAAAAAAAGI/dMSFVtc2GdM/s1600-h/_6286580.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYtk1kQzWTI/AAAAAAAAAGI/dMSFVtc2GdM/s200/_6286580.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299440257961515314" /></a><br />29 June 2008<br /><br />Howdy, All,<br /><br />When I woke up this morning, I went over the the Ty Newydd for breakfast, which is included with the room. The owner and his wife ensured that I was taken care of with poached eggs and o.j. and some fruit.<br /><br />I had decided that I was going to go to the Whispering Sands beach, because I had seen a photo in one of the shops and I really wanted to get that same photo.. and I was feeling much better. I had the cell phone that Simon had given me and I was thinking that I would attempt the walk and call if I needed to be rescued.<br /><br />The way to the beach was a road walk, and you know how I feel about those..but, up and out of the village I went. Not far on, I met up with a husband and wife who were walking my way. They were very friendly and had come from Manchester, they had a motor home and parked it in a farmers field for many years. They knew where I was going-had been there many times-and said that they would leave me before I got to Whispering Sands, but they would point me in the right direction.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYthraELtYI/AAAAAAAAAF4/3GM42GXTnBU/s1600-h/_6297058.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYthraELtYI/AAAAAAAAAF4/3GM42GXTnBU/s200/_6297058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299436784890656130" /></a><br /><br />We had a nice chat and before long, they were leaving the road. The husband pointed out to me where I was going and said I would be there before I knew it. The point on the horizon where he was pointing was quite a distance away! Well, I had walked this far and I was going to continue on. I had the phone..<br /><br />So, I go around the corner and Whoa! There was the entrance to Whispering Sands Beach. That little bugger! He was probably having a good laugh about now..<br /><br />The walk to the beach was downhill...ouchy, but it was well worth it! I went north a little ways on the coastal path prior to going on the beach and I am glad I did, because, when I went down to the beach, there was the picture I was looking for! Total Coincidence!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYtiBposO1I/AAAAAAAAAGA/rCtTI4Atbxk/s1600-h/_6297009.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYtiBposO1I/AAAAAAAAAGA/rCtTI4Atbxk/s200/_6297009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299437167027436370" /></a><br /><br />I was walking the beach, listening for the whispers... then I realized that the beach was a sand beach, just like the Jersey Shore beaches...not pebbles or rocks! <br /><br />That was the attraction here!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYtg2b5Cj6I/AAAAAAAAAFo/WDZE3LVqrkA/s1600-h/_6297046.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYtg2b5Cj6I/AAAAAAAAAFo/WDZE3LVqrkA/s200/_6297046.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299435874847723426" /></a><br /><br />Well, I sat in the little cafe and had a cuppa joe, then went up the hill and looked out over the bay. It is just so beautiful in Wales!<br /><br />I called Peter to see if he could pick me up and he was able to come straight away, but was apologetic because he had been gardening and was dressed for it. no worries.. He took me back to the headquarters for the Edge of Wales Walk and showed me around the new building that he had built for groups of people to stay in during the walks. Very nicely done. I was thinking I would like to stay there!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYtg_Ny5XFI/AAAAAAAAAFw/CuHjRX270JQ/s1600-h/_6297061.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYtg_Ny5XFI/AAAAAAAAAFw/CuHjRX270JQ/s200/_6297061.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299436025682680914" /></a><br /><br />We made arrangements for tomorrow, as I'm heading back to Bangor after breakfast.Welsh Nomadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05512835984579004634noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3934067081194656810.post-14299885448736443882008-06-28T23:27:00.000+01:002009-02-06T01:16:06.058+00:00Carrog Farm to Aberdaron28 June, 2008<br /><br />Howdy, All,<br /><br />This morning I had a nice breakfast of poached eggs, grapefruit sections, OJ, and some nutty rice cereal with rice milk that I had purchased at the Tesco's in Bangor. All whilst looking out at the fields of cattle and the beautiful blue sky! This is a wonderful B&B and Mrs. Thomas is a real gem. It will be hard to say good-bye.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYsuztuElVI/AAAAAAAAADQ/zLOYP7Ex_WU/s1600-h/_6286566.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYsuztuElVI/AAAAAAAAADQ/zLOYP7Ex_WU/s200/_6286566.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299380852512560466" /></a><br /><br />I watched Mrs. Thomas hang her clothes out to dry on the line and the wind was blowing steady, as seems to be the case on this Llŷn Penninsula. The sheep dog was out of the pen and welcomed me when I went out to see how the day was. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYsuzXPEGeI/AAAAAAAAADI/07P_WG4PLwg/s1600-h/_6286565.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYsuzXPEGeI/AAAAAAAAADI/07P_WG4PLwg/s200/_6286565.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299380846476925410" /></a>Simon picked me up at 10:30 to take me to <a href="http://www.aberdaronlink.co.uk/guest.htm">Aberdaron</a>. <br /><br />I am staying at the Pretoria, booked for two nights. From there, I can walk out to the Whistling Sands Beach (called this because the sand makes noise when you walk on it) or pick up the Coastal Path just out of town, according to Simon. We had both called Captain Colin and attempted to get me a booking on the ferry out to Bardsey Island, but the weather wasn't cooperating. And tomorrow wasn't looking very promising either.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.bardsey.org/">Bardsey Island</a> is the end of the <a href="http://www.edgeofwaleswalk.co.uk/">Edge of Wales Walk</a>. During the early Christian times, the Pope declared that 3 trips to Bardsey was equal to one trip to Rome. So, the pilgrims flocked there, following the route that I was walking, from St. Beuno in Clynnog Fawr to Aberdaron, where they would take a boat over to Bardsey. They also call it the Island of 20,000 saints. <br /><br />When we pulled up to the Pretoria in Aberdaron, Simon had to run over to the Ty Newydd (new House) hotel to get the inn keeper, Ian, so that he could show me my room. It was on the second floor with a view of the village.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYtDrOf5JQI/AAAAAAAAAFY/PiYSykQnPg0/s1600-h/_6296773.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYtDrOf5JQI/AAAAAAAAAFY/PiYSykQnPg0/s200/_6296773.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299403796436821250" /></a><br /><br />After I settled into my room, I went for a walk on the beach. Very beautiful, with large pebbles and small round rocks and cliffs to the right and left, basically a cove. <br /><br />There is a beautiful church there on the beach, next to the Ty Newydd. St. Hywyn is part of the pilgrimage route and is a 12th Century double naved church. I went in to the church and spoke to the priest there. Turns out he had been to Pennsylvania, at Villanova, for a meeting last year! He gave me a poster of the most recent Pilgimage walk. I had apparently just missed it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYsu0EMK2UI/AAAAAAAAADg/iiACwvSdhRA/s1600-h/_6286625.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYsu0EMK2UI/AAAAAAAAADg/iiACwvSdhRA/s200/_6286625.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299380858544380226" /></a><br /><br />I had lunch in <a href="http://www.theshiphotelaberdaron.co.uk/">The Ship Hotel.</a> A lovely lunch of smoked salmon and salad with hard boiled egg...and a glass of red wine.<br /><br />Then back to the Pretoria, where they have wireless internet and called home with my Skype account. All is well back there. Also, called my cousins to let them know that all was ok and that I was on schedule for going to Bangor, while looking out my window at the beautiful, quaint village.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYtEMf-PnJI/AAAAAAAAAFg/YmY1ZlvImj0/s1600-h/_6296831.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYtEMf-PnJI/AAAAAAAAAFg/YmY1ZlvImj0/s200/_6296831.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299404368063208594" /></a><br /><br />I had dinner at the Ty Newdd and it turns out that the chef's mother has Celiac, so he personally cooked my meal of Duck breast, using corn starch for the gravy. It was fabulous, especially with my window seat, where the view is just wonderful. Can't wait to get out there at sunset for more pics, but it will have to wait till tomorrow, because the weather turned...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYszvGemJpI/AAAAAAAAADw/lVvezLicJfM/s1600-h/Photo_062808_002.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYszvGemJpI/AAAAAAAAADw/lVvezLicJfM/s320/Photo_062808_002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299386270817330834" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYszvO9HI8I/AAAAAAAAADo/PSVhyhYojT0/s1600-h/Photo_062808_001.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYszvO9HI8I/AAAAAAAAADo/PSVhyhYojT0/s320/Photo_062808_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299386273092805570" /></a>Welsh Nomadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05512835984579004634noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3934067081194656810.post-46824608411528658202008-06-27T23:27:00.000+01:002009-02-06T01:15:51.903+00:00Mofra Nefyn to Carrog Farm27 June 2008<br />Howdy, All,<br /><br />Mrs Middleton cooked me poached eggs and smoked haddock for breakfast. Very Nice-- with o.j. and coffee. I believe that the haddock was poached. I never had it that way, but it was tasty.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYs3T7O0RSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/NerLjnQjHK0/s1600-h/_6276277.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYs3T7O0RSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/NerLjnQjHK0/s320/_6276277.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299390201988400418" /></a>Mr Middleton had hung up my wet clothes to dry last nite after he started the coal fire in the cast iron insert in the beautiful fireplace. So, my shoes and clothes were toasty warm for me this morning.<br /><br />Simon picked me up at 9:30 to take me about 3 miles from Morfa Nevyn to a Port Towyn.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYs48n_uyEI/AAAAAAAAAEI/McnrVKNzX4o/s1600-h/_6276284.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYs48n_uyEI/AAAAAAAAAEI/McnrVKNzX4o/s200/_6276284.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299392000711116866" /></a><br /><br />It wasn't raining when Simon picked me up, but that wasn't the case for long. I managed to get some great pics, especially of the sheep on the cliffs. These cliffs were incredible and the path was actually a little scary, what with hundreds of feet dropoff to the sea..... good thing I don't suffer with vertigo.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYs6A-G_4uI/AAAAAAAAAEY/UPj71wY03ro/s1600-h/_6276364.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYs6A-G_4uI/AAAAAAAAAEY/UPj71wY03ro/s200/_6276364.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299393174878282466" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYs6VWwfkvI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yu6lES2EpNE/s1600-h/_6276387.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYs6VWwfkvI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yu6lES2EpNE/s200/_6276387.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299393525092160242" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYs5boDXIVI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/QiWXwi33Hqk/s1600-h/_6276330.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYs5boDXIVI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/QiWXwi33Hqk/s200/_6276330.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299392533302288722" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYs7F7TjkII/AAAAAAAAAEo/s4o4eBBw1i0/s1600-h/_6276407.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYs7F7TjkII/AAAAAAAAAEo/s4o4eBBw1i0/s200/_6276407.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299394359536619650" /></a><br /><br />Well, after it started to downpour with drving rain that was stinging my face, I decided to head to the next b&b, on the closest foot path out to the road, as opposed to going along further on the coast to the foot path Simon showed me. Well, that was a real stinky, yucky path, right thru the muck from a dairy barn. UCK.<br /><br />Got to the road, then missed the left turn. I thought it might have bee the turn, but by American standards, it looked like a driveway, with ivy covered pillars, no road sign and no stop sign. So, I kept walking and discovered that was the road, but it was too far to go back. I was soaked to the bone and beyond. But, now I wouldl have the opportunity to stop in at another church on the pilgrimage route. This one was unusual, because it had 3 alters and aisles. It was a nice respite from the rain, that's for sure. In fact, while I was in there, it actually stopped raining. Now it was just the wind blowing.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYs7tn_hNaI/AAAAAAAAAEw/A13yyvIOxZE/s1600-h/_6276449.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYs7tn_hNaI/AAAAAAAAAEw/A13yyvIOxZE/s200/_6276449.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299395041547072930" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYs74CtFpkI/AAAAAAAAAE4/iZKGGe7lSEY/s1600-h/_6276463.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYs74CtFpkI/AAAAAAAAAE4/iZKGGe7lSEY/s200/_6276463.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299395220516218434" /></a><br /><br />I finally got to the Carrog Farm B&B. There was a note on the door indicating where my room was located and that I should make myself at home. This is a great place. I was so happy to get my wet clothes off. I made some coffee and laid down to rest.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYs8lSqX21I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ipjgXN9qQN0/s1600-h/_6276473.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYs8lSqX21I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ipjgXN9qQN0/s200/_6276473.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299395997893909330" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYs8vv5eHPI/AAAAAAAAAFI/r_UOve0FUME/s1600-h/_6276475.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYs8vv5eHPI/AAAAAAAAAFI/r_UOve0FUME/s200/_6276475.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299396177540553970" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYs85sOIQ7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/BoZUTeWQaxg/s1600-h/_6276500.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYs85sOIQ7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/BoZUTeWQaxg/s200/_6276500.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299396348352152498" /></a><br /><br />Before I knew it, Mrs. Thomas was knocking me up! She gathered my wet clothes and washed them for me. They really needed it. Also, Mrs Thomas asked me what I wanted for dinner. I thought the poached salmon with carrots and new potatoes sounded good...and it was.<br /><br />I have to admit, my knee is killing me, especially after a 2 1/2 mile road walk. I am going to take a hot bath. It's about 10:30 now and just finally getting dark.<br />Total walked = 4Welsh Nomadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05512835984579004634noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3934067081194656810.post-13254726573954000482008-06-26T23:26:00.001+01:002009-02-24T04:25:46.451+00:00Clynnog Fawr to Mofra Nefyn26 June 2008<br /><br />Howdy, All,<br /><br />Had another nice breakfast of poached eggs, fresh fruit, o.j. and coffee whilst looking out at Beautiful Caernarfon Bay, well, not really...cause really? I was watching the driving, blowing rain and I could barely see the bay.<br /><br />So, Peter was picking me up at 10:00 and was going to drop me off somewhere. I was pretty sure that the condition of my knee wasn't going to allow me to do any walking today. At least no hills. Especially in the rain with extra slippery conditions. I explained this to Peter, so off we went, by car. First stop was the St Bueno Church. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYtlrrGiEfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/hozShU4uNwo/s1600-h/_6265897.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYtlrrGiEfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/hozShU4uNwo/s200/_6265897.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299441187510424050" /></a><br />Apparently, St Bueno is the guy that started all the church building and pilgrimage stuff. Nice church, half of which is the tomb for St Bueno. <br /><br />Then Peter took me to the <a href="http://nantgwrtheyrn.org/DesktopDefault.aspx">Nant Gwrtheyrn Village</a>. It was way, way, way, way down in the coastal valley where there was once a thriving granite quarry village--which was only accessible by water. The only way down back then was a treacherous foot path. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYtml5-ZRrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/A4Yu03wYsCw/s1600-h/_6265948.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYtml5-ZRrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/A4Yu03wYsCw/s200/_6265948.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299442187935237810" /></a><br /><br />Whilst down there, Peter told me that it had been his intention to drop me off at the top of that hill and I was to walk down the "new road" into the village--not on that bum knee.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYtmmJlgh7I/AAAAAAAAAGg/3UcUicTrPak/s1600-h/_6265949.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYtmmJlgh7I/AAAAAAAAAGg/3UcUicTrPak/s200/_6265949.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299442192125822898" /></a><br /><br />So, the history of this village is that the last resident left in 1959 and it was abandoned. Then in the 80's the cottages were restored and the village became a Welsh Language School. I wanna enroll there, for sure.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYtmvRgrSrI/AAAAAAAAAGo/dXHkJPBs8N0/s1600-h/_6265967.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYtmvRgrSrI/AAAAAAAAAGo/dXHkJPBs8N0/s200/_6265967.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299442348871862962" /></a><br /><br />Next, Peter took me to Morfa Nefyn by 11:30, where my next B&B was. The Llys Olwen Guest House is run by a very friendly couple, Mr and Mrs Middleton. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYtn7RVVstI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Rgz9JVCC7PM/s1600-h/_6276279.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYtn7RVVstI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Rgz9JVCC7PM/s200/_6276279.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299443654494368466" /></a><br /><br />It rained all day. Good time to copy my pics to the hard drive and start writing my Blog. <br /><br />At 4:30 I decided to put on all of my layers, including my yellow rain jacket and go for it. I wanted to eat dinner at the Cliffs Inn, which was recommended by Peter and Mrs Middleton. I also wanted to explore the small fishing village right on the shore called Port Dinllaen. It wasn't raining too hard when I left and I was in for a real treat. <br /><br />The path was literally on the edge of the cliffs. Absolutely Stunning. Of course, I didn't bring my camera. <br /><br />Glad I didn't. It started pouring rain. By the time I got to the Cliffs Inn, my pants were soaked thru. I had two pair on. As you may or may not know, I have hiking clothes that will keep me warm even when they are wet. <br /><br />Lucky me.<br /><br />But, as luck would have it, the Cliffs Inn didn't start serving dinner until 6pm. Darn, I would have to sit down and have a wine.. I had seen the specials menu and already knew what I was going to order. The Welsh Lamb Chops! <br /><br />I will take this time to explain, if you don't already know, about the way to order in the UK. For the bar, you order your drink, get your drink, then go sit down at the tables. For the food, you go to the food till and order your food, giving your name and table number. You also pay for the food. Then, the food runner brings you the food. There is no tipping whatsoever with this method of service. There really isn't service.. You order the food, then bring it to you.<br /><br />Anyway,. the Lamb Chops were wonderful. Also had new potoatoes and a salad. oh, and wine. Which incidentally, is a house wine--French red table, and must be in a barrel, 'cause it was dispensed just like beer, with a pull.<br /><br />After dinner, back to the B&B. Wouldn't you know it, the sun has come out! So, I have to go back to get my camera, then back out again. That was 2 miles round trip. Then another mile back to the village of Port Dinllaen, where I got some great sunset pics. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYtock2z3YI/AAAAAAAAAG4/r3kJJYCY7Nk/s1600-h/_6266196.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYtock2z3YI/AAAAAAAAAG4/r3kJJYCY7Nk/s200/_6266196.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299444226670714242" /></a><br /><br />Saw the coolest golf course, Andrew and Matt would love it!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYtpY0DAAWI/AAAAAAAAAHA/C8JTikbf1xM/s1600-h/_6266265.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYtpY0DAAWI/AAAAAAAAAHA/C8JTikbf1xM/s200/_6266265.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299445261540524386" /></a><br /><br />Total miles hike = approx 4<br /><br />By the time I got back to the B&B, it was 10:30 and it was just about dark. gotta love it.Welsh Nomadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05512835984579004634noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3934067081194656810.post-40721459374205630252008-06-25T23:25:00.000+01:002009-02-06T01:14:45.072+00:00Llanaelhaearn to Clynnog Fawr<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYtxCAzzZsI/AAAAAAAAAHo/r3IBug2XeTo/s1600-h/_6255085.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYtxCAzzZsI/AAAAAAAAAHo/r3IBug2XeTo/s200/_6255085.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299453665922475714" /></a><br />25 June 2008<br /><br />Howdy, All,<br /><br />Had a nice breakfast of poached eggs, fresh fruit, o.j. and coffee whilst looking out at Beautiful Caernarfon Bay from the glass enclosed porch restaurant at the Bryn Eisteddfod. I was watching the wind blow at a steady 40 miles an hour and gusting up past 60. The chairs were blowing around on the lawn.<br /><br />I had arranged with Peter from Walks of Wales to pick me up at 9:30. He brought me the map and the GPS unit that I use on my walk. He thought it would be better for me to walk with the wind, as opposed to against it, and I wholeheartedly agreed. So that meant that Peter would take me further out instead of my leaving from the hotel.<br /><br />After a beautiful ride along the coast and a few tidbits of information from Peter, I was on my own with a map and a GPS and a few pages of information about this walk that I was about to do. <br /><br />The Edge of Wales Walk follows the footsteps of early Christian Pilgrims to Bardsey Island on the Llyn Pennisula. Legend has it that if they made the trip to Bardsey Island 3 times it was equal to 1 Pilgrimage trip to Rome. The churches were built next to the wells, which the Celts had thought were the sacred places because they believed that the "other world" or Annum was underground, not in the heavens. So in order to get the pagans to switch to Christianity, or at the very least, accept it, they (the Christians) adopted these places as their own..or at least that's what I understood from Peter. On the way to my starting point, Peter pointed out these wells and the churches built next to them. I will be walking past them on the way back to the hotel, as this is the pilgrimage walk.<br /><br />My starting point was up a lane and through a gate that Peter had to get out of the car to unlatch. Once through the gate, Peter stopped the car up the lane a bit, gave me the , GPS unit and cell phone and showed me how to use them, gave me a map and pointed up to the Iron Age Hill Fort, Tre'r Ceiri or Town of the Giants, that he said I should definetly visit. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYttKafJrPI/AAAAAAAAAHI/u2ylthZLqZA/s1600-h/_6255089.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYttKafJrPI/AAAAAAAAAHI/u2ylthZLqZA/s200/_6255089.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299449412207619314" /></a><br /><br />Not that I could see it, the mountain was shrouded with cloud. Nonetheless, I said my farewells to Peter and started off.<br /><br />I went up the lane and to the marker for the footpath. I got on the footpath, but soon lost it and I really didn't know how to use that GPS very well. I got up the hill and the arrow kept pointing straight ahead, but there was no way that I was going to be able to go straight, as there was a fence and no way to go through it!<br /><br />So, back down the hill a ways to see if I could find the path. I noticed a stile over the fence, but the GPS just wasn't telling me to go over it. Back up the hill looking for the path, back down. Finally, I decided just to take my chances and go over the stile and see what happened. Lo and behold, the GPS was now working...<br /><br />I continued up the footpath and soon the clouds were gone, so I could finally see exactly where I was going. Wow, that would be a nice climb up. 485 meters according to the map Peter gave me. This was supposed to be the best preserved Iron Age forts in Europe. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYtuxF5EQJI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Cszc8AEodUc/s1600-h/_6255104.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYtuxF5EQJI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Cszc8AEodUc/s200/_6255104.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299451176205697170" /></a>I had a nice walk up and I spent about an hour up there. With 360 degree views of the surrounding valleys, including views of Caernarfon Bay, I couldn't stop taking pictures. <br /><br />I had a quick lunch in one of the "HUTS". Just 3 stone walls about 4 feet tall, no roof or doors, a ruins. To be expected, since the Iron Age was, oh, 100 B.C.. They were believed to be occupied until the Roman Era, 400 A.D. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYtvXu0_P2I/AAAAAAAAAHY/G9dewXvWqBM/s1600-h/_6255214.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYtvXu0_P2I/AAAAAAAAAHY/G9dewXvWqBM/s200/_6255214.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299451840029474658" /></a><br />There is also a burial cairn at the very top that is believed to be from the Bronze Age!<br /><br />I started my descent down the hill and for some reason, the GPS didn't want to work again.....hmmm...couldn't be me. Well, after a phone call to Peter, I got it started again. I wasn't on the right path, but it didn't matter, according to Peter, as long as I got down to the road and turned left. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYtyD086PvI/AAAAAAAAAHw/T-52ukQaauU/s1600-h/_6255236.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYtyD086PvI/AAAAAAAAAHw/T-52ukQaauU/s200/_6255236.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299454796610813682" /></a>So, off I went. Everything going smoothly, right up until I stepped off the path.. My right leg stepped off the path, which, unknown to me, the fern and heather were hiding a drop off, and there I was stradling the path with the left leg bent at the knee. After a long minute, I realized that I was probably going to be ok, just a little shook up. Lucky that didn't happen way up there on the rock scramble. Onward, ho.<br /><br />I got into Llanaelhaearn and took pics of the well and the church. The church wasn't open. Neither was the Pub. or the Bakery..but I saw a house for sale for 50,000 pounds....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYtzfg1EwUI/AAAAAAAAAH4/OaetVYBfNsU/s1600-h/_6255352.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYtzfg1EwUI/AAAAAAAAAH4/OaetVYBfNsU/s200/_6255352.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299456371757203778" /></a>Off up the lane and into a horse field I go. I didn't have any apples or carrots for the horses. They seemed to be expecting something. Then thru a cow field, then a sheep field..well, that's a given in these here parts. Lots and Lots of Sheep.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYt0mwKCj7I/AAAAAAAAAIA/L_Al142o-_I/s1600-h/_6255742.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SYt0mwKCj7I/AAAAAAAAAIA/L_Al142o-_I/s200/_6255742.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299457595642384306" /></a><br /><br />The GPS continued to guide me around Bwich Mawr, a 509 meter mountain. It was a beautiful sight, since the sun was out and the wind had died down. I had removed quite a few layers of clothing by the time I was walking across the sheep pastures. I started out the morning with 5 layers. I was down to 2 by the mid afternoon. At some point, I realized that it was getting pretty late. I finally got into the Village of Clynnog Fawr at 7:30. <br /><br />So, I had been walking for a good 9 1/2 hrs. No wonder I kept turning my ankle on the way down the hill to the village. I kept stepping on these tufts of grass that were mushy and almost fell quite a few times...and the last mile was a road walk, which is hard on the knees. Quite honestly, I am pretty sure that I twisted something when I fell. <br /><br />Tomorrow will tell the story. <br /><br />Total miles hiked = 9<br /><br />Off to bed around midnite after another great Welsh Beef Filet dinner. and a couple of cognacs.. and a couple of aspirin....Welsh Nomadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05512835984579004634noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3934067081194656810.post-3405102818193007222008-06-24T12:08:00.001+01:002009-02-24T04:28:55.097+00:00Edge of Wales Walk24 June 2008<br /><br />Howdy All,<br /><br />My cousin, Gwyn, picked me up at Manchester airport this morning and took me to his parents house. Ithel and Idwen have always been like a second mom and dad to me, so I am always so happy to see them. But, I am not able to stay with them this year.. So I have planned a different Welsh Vacation this year. <br /><br />I am going to <a href="http://www.edgeofwaleswalk.com/47miles.htm">Walk on the Edge of Wales</a>!<br /><br />I found this Walking vacation on the internet, of course. It sounded very interesting, so I contacted the Walks of Wales and arranged to walk for 4 days, staying at a bed and breakfast at my destination each nite with a total of 6 nights. One of the days will be going too Bardsey Island Simon and Peter are the guides, so to speak. <br /><br />They don't walk with you, but they do pick you up and/or take you luggage to the next B&B. They were aware ahead of time, that I have a gluten and lactose intolerance, as well as nuts and seeds, and so have arranged with the B&B's to provide me with the required diet, which is a very big PLUS in my book.<br /><br />After I visited with Ithel and Idwen, Gwyn and his daughter, Iola, drove me to the first B&B--the <a href="http://www.bryneisteddfod.com/">Bryn Eisteddfod Hotel in Clynnog Fawr</a>, which overlooks Caernarfon Bay. I am going to be at this first B&B for 2 nights. We had a friendly welcome from Melody and Tracey. They have a great Chilean house wine and Gwyn was happy to have a 1/2 draught.<br /><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SGZlNg6_lDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/CZjblcJMHOs/s1600-h/_6255846.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216968501205374002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_odILGJx12cQ/SGZlNg6_lDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/CZjblcJMHOs/s320/_6255846.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />After Gwyn and Iola left to go back to Ithel and Idwen's, I ordered dinner. The chef, Roger, came out to the sitting area to discuss my meal. He wanted to be certain not to give me any of the food that to which I am intolerant. He suggested the Welsh Beef Filet. He gets it at a local farm, just 6 miles down the road. It is dry aged for 1 month. Of course, that is exactly what I ordered. And, I have to say, that is the best beef filet that I have had in a very, very long time. They do not put a steak knife on the table, and you don't need one! Guess I know what I am having tomorrow night, too!<br /><br />One more thing before I go to bed at about midnite. It doesn't get dark 'til about 10:30!<br /><br />Take care and talk to you tomorrow with more about this Welsh Walking Adventure!Welsh Nomadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05512835984579004634noreply@blogger.com