Difficulties with accommodation forced a slight change in our schedule and instead of walking out of Beaumaris to our next stopping off point we took a bus out and walked back to have a second night at the B&B. Then, the following day took the bus again to the same point, the village of Llanddona, and walked onwards to another B&B. After we had found the correct place for the bus stop in Beaumaris, there was some ambiguity which we never satisfactorily resolved, the arrangement worked very well.
From here to Penmon Point the route is inland with several ups and downs. Our walk would have been easier if we had not selected a day when the “Ring o’Fire” annual coastal ultra-marathon was on this section of path. We were passed by many runners and walker/runners and often felt we had to give way to the competitors at stiles and narrow pathways. They were following a 3-day 135 mile course and this was the second day.
Penmon Point is quite spectacular with views of the lighthouse
We went down to have our lunch on the beach while the marathon runners took refreshments and hurried on their way to Beaumaris. While there we watched about 50 jetskis thunder past, presumably going round the coast. At any rate we did not see them returning.
Leaving the Point, the path follows a road and goes past the remains of Penmon Priory with its church and large dovecote. Between here and Beaumaris the path is either alongside the road or along the beach. Some of the beach is stony and walking is quite tiring. Guidebooks warn that some of the beach path is flooded in parts at high tide. The tide was low when we were there but we still found ourselves picking our way around very some soggy mudflats and we were still being passed by marathonistas splashing onwards. One of these looked completely bushed and her colleague, not a competitor, was stumbling along and offering encouragement.
Beaumaris had a food fair on that weekend and we could hear and smell our destination from far away.
Next day was wet just about all day. We were well prepared but it was still quite a drear day. After our bus journey we descended again to Red Wharf Bay and proceeded to walk in the opposite direction to the previous day, starting along the beach then the edge of a marsh
and then on top of a flood defence wall. At the end of the bay we crossed a bridge and walked along a frequently flooded track to reach the other end of the bay. Once there we could not resist the prospect of a warm, dry sit down and took advantage of the Ship Inn for some refreshment and to leave some large puddles on the floor (not that kind!).
The path climbs round the headland after Benllech giving views back along the route. The drizzle continued and we were very lucky to find a rock overhang alongside a narrow path through shrubbery where we could have our lunch in relative comfort. A few walkers looked on with envy as we munched away muttering “Bon appetit” through clenched teeth as they passed.
After lunch we continued along the elevated path until we reached Traeth Bychan where the path descends to the beach through another small caravan park.
One of the best views of the village, capturing its atmosphere, was available next morning as we were leaving.