Date walked: 23rd June 2014
Distance walked : about 12 miles
Distance: Map required: OS Explorer 253: Lleyn Peninsula West.
I had three guide books to refer to for this walk:
Llyn Peninsula – The Official Guide- by Carl Rogers and Tony Bowerman, published by Northern Eye Books (2014).
The Wales Coast Path- a practical Guide for walkers by Chris Goddard and Katherine Evans and published by St David’s Press (2014)- which claims that the route is 892 miles). I have reviewed this book elsewhere on the blog.
The Lleyn Peninsula Coastal Path by John Cantrell published by Cicerone (2010)
All of the above guides assume that you are walking north to south. Since I am doing the opposite the detailed directions are of limited benefit but all contain various and differing practical information and historic background and I will refer to them as I feel so moved.
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For this walk we were based at a bed and breakfast just up the hill from the village called No 2 Dolfor. I had been joined yesterday by my friend Philip and we had walked to Porth Colman. Today our plan was to continue to Morfa Nefyn. Public transport is not great for this purpose, so we drove both cars to Morfa Nefn, left Phil’s car in the National Trust car park near the beach and then drove back to Porth Colmon; which was a great opportunity to introduce Philip to the delights of Natalie Merchant’s album “Motherland”. He liked it.
After 5 minutes we were presented with a view of Penllech beach.
The tide was out, so we chose to start the day with a beach (the official route runs along the cliff tops).
The beach was followed by what felt like a continuation of yesterday’s walk along a low cliff with a series of little coves and gullies.
Philip was very taken with a black sheep that was grazing on the closely cropped grass by the cliff.
Porth Gwylan’s cove was more sheltered …
……but Porth Ysgaden was even more so, and here an enterprising family had staked out a good spot above the beach.
A little road runs to the harbour and a walled and gated enclosure contained fishing boats.
The flat promontory by a ruined building was the perfect spot to stop and have lunch.
Just around the corner were several huts above a cove which the official guide reports as having been herring smokeries (Porth Ysgaden is said to mean “port of herrings”).
More coves followed…
…….and rather irritatingly a small caravan site had been allowed to spoil this otherwise quite remote-feeling section.
The sandy beach at Towyn certainly deserved some visitors on this warm afternoon.
At the caravan site a flock of sheep were staging a sit down protest. Maybe they don’t like caravans either, or perhaps their boycott of the beach, or about the weather, or something.
From Towyn we enjoyed about three more miles of delightful coves and small beaches.
The cliffs were quite low, so the little valleys, often with flights of wooden steps, were not a challenge.
It had turned out to be a very warm day so we were grateful for a breeze off the sea.
And we did indulge in the occasional sit down.
Borth Wen was the last dramatic cove we passed by before approaching the isthmus (that’s a word I haven’t used before in the blog) of Trwyn Porth Dinllaen.
We had a problem following the path around this point. We could see that we were walking next to a golf course, and the map shows the path keeps to its side by the coast so we did the obvious thing and climbed over the fence and crossed the course. It was as quiet as all the other beaches had been: *VisitWalesFail.
Having been walking along one of the more rugged sections of the coast it felt a little strange to be walking on the edge of a manicured fairway. The golf course goes nearly all the way to the end of the peninsula; at the end a newly constructed section looked very odd indeed, its deep green turf contrasting with the surrounding rough grass.
We dutifully followed the path to the coastguard lookout tower at Trwyn Porth Dinllaen.
On closer inspection, the stonework had been finished off with snail trail pointing, which should be considered a crime against architecture.
On the way back on the other side of the peninsula we passed the rather attractive lifeboat station.
It was about this time that I informed Philip that we were about to visit the pub which has been voted (according to the Guide) the third best beach bar in the world. And the view over the Ty Coch Inn and its neighboring houses on the beach, was indeed splendid.
But I am afraid that the pub failed to impress Philip, who thought that it was jolly nice but not world-class.
We were pretty thirsty so we went into the disappointing bar and had a perfectly acceptable bitter shandy.
The Wales Coast Path takes a route along the clifftop to Morfa Nefyn, but the tide was out and it looked to me that we had a beach option. This was interesting. Just around the headland was a corrugated iron house built on stone pillars.
Along from that was the most ugly shabby house.
But what really got Philip excited was a mass of dead crabs that we found a bit further along the beach. Neither of us had a credible theory for their existence, so we had fun making up ridiculous ones and I failed to take a pic of them. Sorry.
My map reading took us off the beach at this point to walk up the hill to reach the car park where we had parked up that morning. How impressive is that ?
Just to end on a nice note, here’s a final pic of the view from Porth Dinllaen.
Another Sunday treat. All those enchanting little coves – I could hear the waves on the rocks and smell the seaweed. Oh to be able to paddle there again. Ma
Yes, lots of super coves; though I hardly ever stop for a paddle. I should do.
Will we ever recover from the third successive weekly-bi-weekly post and the consequent overdose of lovely photos of lovely views (avoiding “pretty” and “beautiful” today)? Will you be able to keep this up? (If you have difficulty in finding enough to write about, some of us have not forgotten the promised walk through your waistcoat collection!)
“Cymdeithas” means society or association; “Cychod” (the plural of cwch) means boats so I would guess the translation is something like “Boat (or Boating) Association”. The difference between “Borth” and “Porth” is merely one of mutation. “Porth” (meaning port in this context) is a female noun and Welsh females mutate in certain circumstances, in this case the “P” to a “B”. While on the subject of Welshness, your suggestion that Wales is a third world country is a little insulting, you know! As a quarter-Welsh person, you should know better. (That is not proof-reading, as I have retired, so I will leave it to you to locate and correct the insult.)
I’m surprised you didn’t mention the hillfort at Porth Dinllaen (nor the Dinllaen fairies). But maybe that’s in tomorrow’s walk?
hello lovely man. I should know better than to reveal something that you can use against me! But I apologise if I caused offence, of course. And I am grateful for the Welsh lesson. And thank you for leaving my commas alone. I think Porth Dinllaen might be one or two ahead,but I lose track.
This looks like it was a lovely walk. And the worlds third best beach bar, to boot…. Great read.
Your walk-reports are making me change my holiday plans!!
Intend re-living some of my youth, as I walked some of the the Pembrokeshire Coast Path when I was based at RAF Brawdy (1985-88). Strangely enough, it didn’t exert the same “pull” on me then, as a new man in his early twenties, as it does now, thirty years later!
Colin
So what are you holiday plans now? Did you mean a “new man”? (as opposed to a young man).
“New man” inasmuch as no longer a boy (or at least, that’s what I thought at the time!)
I’ve been hiking around some of the long-distance paths here in Germany, over the past few years, when I’ve been released from the household chores. Managed Offa’s Dyke a few years back. You Blog’s pulling me further westwards, though, so I hope to do a bit of southwest Wales early next year.
Colin
OK I get it. “New man” for me meant something in the 1970’s when some of us began to take on board and respond to feminist challenges to men. Do have a good look around the blog to help you choose where you might walk along the Wales Coast. I can really recommend much of Pembrokeshire section , but the Lleyn peninsula -where I have more blogs coming out in the next few weeks, was super, too.
Very inviting, Charles – dead crabs or no. I’m irritated that you have had good cause to use isthmus before me. (Sorry, seemed to have missed this post). Dave
You can’t have too many dead crabs. yes, great word, Isthmus. I must warn you that I have just managed to get a reference to Larkin in a future post.
Nice to see you enjoyed your walk on our home ground. ????
A walk we do on a regular basis as it’s on our doorstep..
After living here all my 56 years, I still enjoy walking our coastal path..
Yes, indeed, that was a great day.Hope i’ll still be walking it for another decade or two.