We’d passed through a few groves that would be called woods only by the small local boys who played in them. Or at least that’s what I did as a boy. But today, we got to walk through a real woods, big enough for Robin Hood to play in. Big deciduous trees, dense undergrowth, and a blanket of delicate white flowers. And better yet, a soft dirt path. Happy eyes AND feet.
We stopped for lunch when we found a sittable flat rock on a cobbly beach haunted by the ghosts of old docks. The sheered-off, algae-covered piles stood guard while we munched our granola bars, the only food we’d brought, having been spoiled by trailside cafes for the last few days.
As if the woods, flowers, bridges, and ghosts weren’t enough, the trail also provided a delightful wooden footbridge over the babbling Afon Aber. Since the trail was in a generous wood, it also provided a castle. The Penrhyn Castle, to be precise, which is still a private estate. The trail lords recently negotiated an easement through the estate’s lovely woods, saving hikers a long road walk around its perimeter.
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