Monday September 24th 2018 Part 1 - Menai Strait and Giant's Stepping Stones

It was a morning of partial sun and partial cloud that day but there was plenty of blue sky around as well so in the hope that the weather would come a bit nicer rather than turn the other way and deteriorate I set off at 11am to explore a corner of Anglesey I'd only been to once before, a stretch of the coast on the south side of the island alongside part of the Menai Strait. Heading west along the A4048 I eventually came to a sign pointing down a lane to the Anglesey Sea Zoo - that was the turn-off I was looking for and it eventually brought me out on a long road running for quite a distance alongside the water.

The road was separated from the shingle beach by a long grassy area with a couple of small parking areas set at intervals facing the water; I parked in the first one then set off to see what I could find. There wasn't much to see along the road, just an odd cottage every so often but it was a nice enough place and the road was very quiet, making the walk very pleasant. The first proper place I came to was the sea zoo and a bit further along was the entrance to Foel Farm Park, then past a few fields was the entrance to Anglesey Riding Centre. 

The road eventually came to a dead end where there were a couple of fishermen's cottages and a dirt track leading down onto the shingle beach - the worn wooden timbers of what could once have been a fishing boat or maybe a small jetty were sticking up from the shingle so I walked along far enough to take a photo then turned and retraced my steps back to the van. Although the sun was still shining there was a lot of grey cloud over the Snowdonia hills so I just hoped that it wouldn't come across the water and spoil the rest of my day.

My next quest was to find the Giant's Stepping Stones which I'd seen on one of Julia Bradbury's 'Walks' programmes on tv and though I had a rough idea of the area they were in I didn't know their exact location, which seemed to be in the middle of a field in the middle of nowhere. Back on the A4080 I expected to at least see a sign pointing in their direction but there was nothing, and when I realised I was heading for the Llyn Rhos Ddu car park at the end of a lane close to the south end of Newborough Forest I instinctively knew I'd gone too far.

Knowing that the car park is used by walkers I thought I might find someone there who knew where the stepping stones were so I turned off the main road onto the lane - and almost ran over a chicken which suddenly jumped out of the hedge on my right and strolled across the lane right in front of the van. Once it was safely on the grass verge I grabbed the camera and took a shot of it through the van window  then continued to the car park.

The Llyn Rhos Ddu (otherwise known as the Marram Grass) car park was quite a pleasant place with a strange but attractive modern metal 'sculpture', representing sheaves of marram grass, in the centre; marram grass grows abundantly in the nearby Newborough dunes and helps to stabilise the shifting sands of the dune system. Across the far side of the car park a couple were sitting on the steps of a motorhome and putting walking boots on - if they were walkers they might know where the stepping stones were but it seems they were only visitors and had never heard of them. While I was chatting to them I had the pleasure of meeting their little dog Phoebe - a little Jack Russell, smaller than my two but absolutely adorable, and she posed so nicely for a photo.

Back along the lane and just off the main road was a caravan site with a cafe near the entrance so I pulled in there to see if I could find someone to ask. The cafe was closed but two guys were working nearby so I asked them and got the information I wanted; it seemed I wasn't too far from where I wanted to be but the lane I had to walk down was private so I would need to park up somewhere. I had two choices - go back to the Marram Grass car park and walk back along the lane or drive a hundred yards up the road and park at the playing field then follow the path back down; that seemed to be the nearer option so with the van parked and locked up I set off.

The path took me along the edge of some small paddocks with a few sheep and goats in a couple of them and some pigs in another; a notice tacked to a fence post warned about the 'feisty pigs' and as soon as I started walking past their enclosure they came galloping up from the far end, grumbling and snorting and presumably swearing at me in pig language. They weren't very big but even without the warning notice I wouldn't have gone anywhere near them!

At the end of the path I reached the main road, crossed over and continued down the private tarmac lane. A short distance down I got the whiff of something similar to the smell of fresh meat when it's just starting to go off, and behind the trees on one side of the lane was a series of long single storey buildings with the noise of some machinery coming from them. The smell seemed to be coming from there, and while it wasn't too unpleasant it wasn't terribly nice either so I was glad when I left it behind.

Eventually the lane ended and changed to a grassy footpath with a gate separating the two; the path got wider as I went along and further along, through another gate, I came to the Afon Braint river and the stepping stones. And they were well-named Giant's stepping stones as they were seriously huge, but then they would have to be - the river is tidal and the stones are part of the Anglesey Coastal Path so they would have to be big enough to allow for a rising tide. The gaps between some of them seemed to be quite wide too - a jump rather than a stride - and with two dogs I wasn't risking going across so I stayed safely on the riverbank.

Now while it might have been beautifully sunny a mile or so back inland the grey cloud seemed to be coming over from the mainland and covering much of my immediate area so with just a handful of shots taken I made my way back along the path. As I got up the lane towards the main road my nose was assaulted again by that horrible smell; curious to know what the place was I walked along the road to the entrance but other than a security barrier and a 'sentry' guy in a box at the side of it there was no indication at all. Later information has told me that it was one of the Anglesey branches of Grampian Country Chickens (Rearing) - and I could be wrong but I really wouldn't like to give too much thought to what happens there.

Back across the main road I retraced my steps past the feisty pigs and again they came charging over to see me off; there was no such attitude from the sheep or the goats though, they just carried on munching on the grass and totally ignored me. Looking at the sky the grey clouds seemed to be staying put and in the direction I wanted to go it was blue with fluffy white cotton wool clouds so I hopped in the van and set off on the next part of my day.