A large relatively flat area of rough grassland lay between the lane and the dunes proper, and the grass itself was dotted with small areas of tightly-knit tiny pink flowers growing close to the ground; I don't know what they were but they were very pretty and worth a quick photo. It took quite a while to walk through the dunes; the first ridge was quite high and as I approached the second ridge I was looking forward to seeing the beach but I was destined to be disappointed. Instead of a beach I was met with another huge expanse of the dune system, looking rather like a strange green lunar landscape; I could hear the sea this time though so it couldn't be far away and sure enough, when I topped the final ridge I was rewarded with a great view along the beach.
Finally down on the sand I walked along at the water's edge with Poppie having the occasional paddle and Sophie running free, playing her own little game but never getting more than her paws wet. The tide was on its way in and the river, which was little more than a stream at low tide, was gradually filling up and widening out; Poppie decided to have a swim and was so eager to get in the water that she almost dragged me in with her, though Sophie chickened out as usual and found something interesting in the grass instead.
Back at the van the three of us had a drink then set off for the next port of call, Rhosneigr, though on the spur of the moment I decided to make a brief stop at Cable Bay. It had been a good few years since my last visit and though there was nothing there I knew I could get some nice shots so it was worth stopping for a while.
A short wander along part of the Anglesey Coastal Path above the bay got me a handful of shots then I returned to the van and set off for Rhosneigr. A post written last year on Ruth's blog had shown me something I hadn't previously known about, and as it had been quite a while since I'd last gone to Rhosneigr I was going to seek it out for myself.