Today we promised ourselves a nice lunch in Criccieth, so we lazed around until 10:30, giving ourselves 2.5 hours to reach Dylans, a restaurant recommended by my niece, Ellie.
We set off around the harbour, looking back to our house on South Snowdon Wharf (above). Then we followed the coast path to, and along, Black Rock Sands.
After passing through Borth-y-Gest there's a nice sandy bay.
Before arriving at the huge beach of Black Rock Sands, there are some pleasant woodland sections of path, and the direction of travel isn't always obvious due to side tracks to the beach on one hand and up to a static caravan site on the other.
Eventually the vast expanse of Black Rock Sands was reached. Sunglasses were donned just to keep the sand out of our eyes thanks to the stiff breeze on the beach. A runner jogged past, struggling to make progress against the wind.
After some distance the coast path leaves the beach at a campsite, around which it makes its way before rising over a headland and dropping down to follow the railway line into Criccieth, where the Art Deco building occupied by Dylans was more or less immediately encountered.
We had walked over 10km in less than 2.5 hours, and would be happy to spend two hours in Criccieth and return to Porthmadog on the bus.
Drinks and starter arrived efficiently, but staff were not designated to tables and nobody noticed when our 'mains' didn't arrive. We had been forgotten. After our efforts to regain visibility the food did arrive after a further delay, nearly an hour in total, but it was pretty ordinary. The thickness of pizza base on my calzone was just a bit too tough to bite through. There was no time after all the delays for us to have desserts (they looked nice) and coffees, so after the short bus ride we enjoyed ice creams in Porthmadog and hot drinks back at the house.
Here's a view from the coast path in Criccieth, on our way to the bus stop.
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