Day 10 Four Mile Bridge to Malltraeth (19.6 miles, cumulative 186.3)

Shock horror! The sun didn't appear until 11 o'clock. By then I was circumnavigating the nooks and crannies of the tidal estuary, following tracks through narrow hedgerows teeming with birds and wild flowers one minute, and around the edges of parched arable fields the next. Before long, I'd arrived at RAF Valley, which seemed as busy as Heathrow with regular take offs and landings, before the route diverted to a long stretch of deserted beach. The quiet resort of Rhosneigr seemed like a perfect lunch spot.

The afternoon was spent following a path close to the rocky foreshore. When it turned inland, I was confronted by a gathering of cows at a kissing gate. A stand off followed, the cows called for reinforcements, so I white flagged them and climbed over a barbed wire fence into the neighbouring field, where I met a walker coming towards me. He had just experienced the same at the opposite entrance! 

I checked in to my accommodation in Aberffraw, then continued my walk without heavy rucksack to Malltraeth. I'd earlier discovered that the only pub/eatery in Aberffraw had suddenly closed a few weeks ago, leaving me dinnerless. Fortunately there was a tiny shop in Malltraeth, where I was able to buy fish and chips, before catching the bus back.