There’s no stopping us now – on Thursday we headed north-west to our friends’ house just above Ceibwr bay, then drove them back in Ian’s open-top car (hopefully thus avoiding virus transmission) to Newport, then all walked back to Ceibwr. As always, when walking with friends I am much less observant of my surroundings; walking with Ian doesn’t have the same effect! So apart from mentioning that this section has a pleasant estuary, a big beach which we failed to photograph and then soaring cliffs with some extremely long steep hills both up and down, and interesting tales of drug smugglers, I will let the photos and captions do the rest of the talking. Just under 9 miles.










