Borth-y-Gest to Morfa Bychan

Hello again people and pooches. It’s Joe the Cocker here reporting on a trip that I recently took my human on. This hike was my kind of hike. It was packed with pooch friendly activity. I think that the human half of this partnership enjoyed it as much as I did. He kept prattling on about how perfect the weather was. It was cold, dry with no wind to bark about. He loved the scenery and insisted on stopping every few yards to take photographs. Navigation wasn’t a problem as we set off from Borth-y Gest, along the well signposted, Llyn Coastal Path towards Morfa Bychan.

The tide was in as we set off on this short walk. The plan was to head towards Black Rock Sands / Traeth y Graig Ddu and to return along the same route. We followed the path that led from the southern edge of the village where the road ends by St. Cyngar’s Church.

I had a good sniff around the grass by the church wall while my human admired the view across the Afon Glaslyn estuary toward the hills north of Harlech.

We detoured from the coastal path on a few occasions on the walk to investigate the little sandy coves along the route. The big feller had to clamber gingerly down some of the steep slopes while I displayed my athletisism as I sprinted up and down the hills.

I had a quick dip in the sea in between a few spells of zoomies on the larger beaches. We were on our own, so i was allowed the freedom of the sands.

The path was easy to follow, but the pace that I was setting wasn’t so easy for Mr. Snail. ‘Joe, slow down, mate!’ I heard him say that a few times, but I was in my happy place, so I pretended not to hear him. He never lets me go too far ahead, and I like to keep him in my sight, so I stop regularly to check on him. He is usually taking photos or gasping for his breath.

We had been walking for an hour and a half and probably only covered about a mile. There were so many distractions on the walk for both human and pooch. My human decided that we should stop for a brew (for him) and a treat (for me) on one of the larger beaches. It was an excuse for him to play with his new toy. He took the drone out and flew it above us and out over the water. I hate his plastic wasp. I bark at it, but it still buzzes and flies over me, annoying me.

While he was busy ignoring me, I took the opportunity to have a sprint around the beach and munch on the sand. My human commented that eating sand is not a smart thing to do. Well, I enjoy it, so he needs to accept my choices. Especially when he is playing with his wasp!

Black Rock Sands or Traeth y Graig Ddu is a long and wide stretch of sand compared to the small coves that we had visited along the way. It was time for more sprinting and chasing after sandpipers. I found a large jellyfish in the sand, but my human told me to leave it alone.

We walked the length of the beach before we turned around and headed back along the dunes. I found a rather nice stick that I carried for the full length of the beach until I found a perfect hiding place for it in the long grass. With the stick safely stashed, I peed close to it so that I could find it again next time we visit the area.

My human was waffling on about the fantastic view that the park homes had on the cliffs above the beach on the way back. I was too busy to notice as I found the steep paths down to the water. He called me back as he didn’t want to vrevisit the lovely beaches. Killjoy!

Oh, but it was okay for us to visit the little beach that he wanted to see again. This was because he wanted to try the drone out again while there were no people around. I think that he needs more practise. I wouldn’t tell him this but I think that he drone photography isn’t very good. God loves a tryer, so they say!

We passed the golf course on our way back. He said that if he was to ever play golf that it would be somewhere beautiful like that golf course. Personally, I wouldn’t mind chasing after the ball, but he said that is not the idea of the game. Why not? It seems like a good idea to me.

As we neared Borth-y-Gest, we stopped by the pillbox, the World War II lookout point.

We arrived back in Borth-y-Gest in the late afternoon. I was shocked to see that the sea had disappeared. I thought that my human had pulled the plug out as we had left earlier. He assured me that it wasn’t his doing. I’m not sure about that. One thing that I was sure about was that this had been the longest short walk that we had ever done. We had only walked a few miles, but it had taken just over five hours. I wasn’t complaining. We had a really good time with plenty of stops and plenty of playtime.

What a lovely area this is and what a lovely time we had. Till next time!