Just round the corner from the car park was a sign pointing to a picnic area; it sounded like a good place to start so I followed the path and within a couple of minutes I'd found what I was looking for - the stream, overlooked by a strategically placed bench and crossed by a small bridge. It widened out where it hit the beach and took a sharp right turn before sweeping round in a curve to join the sea; I was well impressed with that end of the beach and wished I'd gone there years ago.
A tarmac slope led up from the beach onto a lane with very pleasant-looking houses and bungalows on each side; a distance along took me past another small beach then a couple of side streets took me onto the main beach which was a hive of activity with windsurfers, catamarans and boats out on the water. A couple of tractors were bringing boats in and half a dozen other tractors were parked in a line along the sand; with the exception of one they were all older models though they were very smartly painted in their correct colours.
With the afternoon getting on I decided not to go any further along the beach; I needed to go to the Stermat store at Valley, which was quite a distance from Rhosneigr, and I didn't want to risk it being closed when I got there. With one shot taken on the beach and another from the village square I made my way back to the van and headed off for the A55 which would get me to Valley in a fairly quick time.
The Stermat store was thankfully still open when I got there and after getting what I wanted - a small tin of black gloss paint and some cheap artist's paint brushes - I drove across the embankment to Penrhos coastal park to get a cheeseburger from Pete's burger bar. I was destined to be disappointed however as the burger van wasn't there - that was really unusual as other than Christmas it's always there. By that time I was ready for something to eat so with no chance of having one of Pete's delicious burgers I decided to try the Toll House Cafe near the entrance to the park. The menu items weren't exactly cheap but the scrambled egg on toast was reasonable so I ordered that and a coffee, and I have to say that it was actually very nice.
When I came out of the cafe the tide was still in and as I'm very rarely at the coastal park when it is I spent a few minutes wandering along taking a few snaps. Several benches were set by the path, some of them with memorial plaques and posies of flowers attached, and behind one of them was a lovely little miniature garden in a small clearing under a bush; it looked really sweet and was worth a photo.
My next port of a call was a visit to my friends Louise and Derek, just a few minutes drive away on the outskirts of Holyhead, but there was no-one in when I got there and I had a sneaking suspicion they may have been away on holiday themselves. Turning out of their road I went left instead of right, just to see what was down there, and I ended up close to the fishing dock. With only one boat moored up and no activity it was a bit of a boring place but I did get a good shot of a seagull on the harbour wall.
There was a huge Stena Line ferry berthed over at the ferry port but from where I was I couldn't get a good shot of it so off I went in search of a good vantage point. I ended up on the edge of a large housing estate with a playing field and a vast expanse of well kept grassland stretching between the last row of houses and the sea. From the bottom of the field I could see the ferry clearly and got a great shot - if I'd been much closer I could have got on board.
As I walked back across the field I noticed a stone archway set down in the bottom corner; with no buildings around it looked rather incongruous stuck there on its own so I went to take a look, and discovered something else I hadn't previously known about. An overgrown flight of steps led down through the arch to a rocky beach and over on the right, on what would probably be a small island during a very high tide, was a ruined stone building. It looked like it had been a square tower but when I climbed up to take a closer look I found it had a bit built out at the back; research since I got home has so far given me no clue as to what it could have been. By the time I got back to the van it was early evening and I'd been out long enough - time to be heading back to the camp site but I had one more brief stop to do first, at Penrhos beach.
With just a couple of shots taken I headed for the A55 and took the fast route down to Llangefni, then less than quarter of an hour from there saw me back at the camp site. It had just gone 8pm by then so the rest of the evening was spent relaxing with my book, and after the long day we'd had all three of us slept well that night.