Thursday 15 October 2015
Flint to Rhyl
The Pier Hotel
I was late getting up after a very late night spent catching up with my family news. It was lovely to see my Aunt and Uncle, and they looked after me very well. They even drove me across the border into Wales so I could start my walk from Flint, thus missing out walking past all the industry and power stations around the River Dee.
The drive along the A55 to get to Flint was lovely; the Autumn colours of the trees was wonderful. We passed Broughton, where the A380 wings are made and then shipped along the Dee by barge to Mostyn before being loaded onto a ship and taken to the South of France.
Flint has a castle that was built by King Edward I after he began his invasion of Wales in 1277.
My walk took me mostly along the banks of the estuary as far as Mostyn and then I headed across the main A55 and walked through a couple of the small towns. The small, terraced housing and cramped villages surrounded by beautiful hills was a marked contrast to England.
Talacre looks like a holiday village with a power station attached and is right on the corner at the mouth of the Dee estuary, opposite Hoylake in Wirral. There are big sand dunes that protect the beach facing the Irish Sea and an old lighthouse that looks abandoned on the beach.
The sky had gone very dark as I walked through the dunes to Prestatyn. Fortunately the cloud passed over me before it rained. Prestatyn was pretty deserted and looked rather soulless and sad.
I carried on past on the promenade and headed for Rhyl, which also looked closed for the winter. The fairground and promenade attractions were all boarded up or fenced off.
It had been a long day and I arrived at my hotel in Rhyl just as the daylight was fading.