No problems Foxy. X
A walk to Conwy under clear blue skies and temperatures in the low twenties. It starts off from the West Shore at tother’ side of Llandudno, usually a bit quiet but a good coast path…
It takes about two hours to walk the six mile route, and taking photos makes a good excuse for a rest…
Almost there, Mrs Fox and me with Conwy Castle in the background…
The little harbour at Conwy, and we just arrived in time to take the river cruise on the Queen Victoria…
Deganwy, taken from the ship…She certainly isn’t Cunard!
Couldn’t resist putting a few bob in the box for this little chap…
It is a beautiful sunny day here Foxy.
I’m glad you have lovely weather. X
I can only hope I do.
Lovely photo. X
Thanks Sweetie, still a few more photos coming through…
…x
Oh Yes, I jumped in too soon. x
I see you are wearing your blue shoes.
Lovely photo of Yourself and Mrs Foxy, I like the castle in the background.
No big cruise ships for me then?
Good Bye for now.
See you after my break.
Entertainment last night was provided by the house pianist called Rafael…A smartly dressed, bald headed Welshman from Didsbury…Half the residents of the bar decided it would be a splendid night for a walk along the prom, while the other half took up positions around the periphery, as faraway from the haunting selection of thirties and forties swing music as was possible…With my last run of the holiday in the morning, I administered several gin and tonics to Mrs Fox, and we made our way upstairs for an early night…
I was surprised how warm the gentle breeze was as I took up my running position on the prom at around six this morning. Expecting a struggler of a run after yesterday’s 12 mile excursion to Conwy, I started off sheepishly and wondered what time it would get light. With plenty of cloud around there was no indication that it would be light anytime soon. I laid into the steep climb up the flanks of the little Orme, and coasted down the other side into the little sleepy village of Rhos.
I was soon heading along the undulating and deserted road to Llanrhos getting on for four miles. Still feeling good I afforded a look across the valley to Colwyn Bay, and the splashes of light that were now beginning to fill the eastern sky.
The roundabout seemed to appear quicker than usual and I joined the dual carriageway that leads back to Llandudno.
Traffic was heavy here, but fortunately there is a cycle track alongside the road, which keeps a runner or walker just far enough away from the speeding traffic for safety’s sake. It’s a relaxing jog all the way down the carriageway and back into town, but first you have to endure the stiff climb to the crest of the hill, and with legs quickly turning to rubber and lungs struggling for air, it’s the final test of endurance…After trying to divert the mind away from the tiredness by thinking of everything but the challenge in hand, I reached the crest and the road disappeared downwards…
Even running on the flat now was difficult, and leaping up and down kerbs was uncomfortable until I reached the flat surface of the prom and other runners out for their morning run. Style is everything here, so chin up, a spring returned to my gait and a last gasp into the hotel car park and a natter to the night porter just finishing his shift. Seven miles behind me, the sleepy face of Mrs Fox peering around the door, and now a quick shower and breakfast…
With a storm approaching I decided to make a run for the top of the Little Orme while Mrs Fox pacified herself around the shops. It was still fine as I set off on the three mile walk along the seafront and in less than an hour I arrived at the foot of the Orme. With the odd spot of rain blowing in the wind I made the ascent to the trig point on the top and posed for the obligatory photo shoot…
In a howling gale I managed to steady the camera and snap off a few shots.
I wasted no time on the descent and even added some jogging until I reached the road, by this time the rain was more persistent and dark clouds were gathering. I just made it to the cafe where I met Mrs Fox for lunch, and the rain came down in torrents.
Hi OG Fox,
Just popping in to say “hello”…and catch up on what you are up to this week-end…
Nice shots.
Hope you have a wonderful week-end…
Blue x
Keep active, stay safe, enjoy life to the fullest…
Looks like fun OGF…great pics 
Thanks Blueberry and Summer, awoke to pouring rain this morning although it’s very warm so I’m still in me shorts, but it’s a good job it’s not a running morning…
Although there are a few hardy runners doing their stuff out along the prom…Respect!..:surprised:
Just had our last fried breakfast, back to dried bread and dripping now…
Well! porridge anyway, but I’ve sort of missed it…There is a limit to how many fried breakfasts you enjoy and I’m kinda glad to get back to normal…So is my heart…
Will be leaving the hotel in about an hour, with a stop off at Tesco for supplies, and then the three hour drive home…
Sounds like you’ve had a lovely holiday Bob … have a safe journey home. 
Thanks Mags, good to see you…
…Arrived home safe and well, but wet!
The rain came pouring down as we said our goodbyes to the hotel staff and struggled round the corner to the car. It was very warm though for the time of year though, and apart from a thin waterproof, shorts and polo shirt was sufficient. After taking the scenic route (bad navigation) we eventually found the Tesco, did our Saturday shop, and scuttled away in the rain.
It’s always sad to leave Wales, we love Llandudno and the people, the mountains and the choirs, and the spirit and pride of the welsh people, and if there was anywhere else I would rather live, it would be North Wales. So for now, the journey was conducted in silence…I don’t like the music these days anyway, and I don’t believe there has been any decent music written since the late eighties…So just the news on the hour broke the silence…
By the time we dropped down into Manchester the rain had stopped and the sky was filled with fast flying fluffy white clouds, the strong winds conjured up by storm Cedric was bending, almost to breaking point, the hedgerows at the side of the M56. We battled through Manchester and decided to take lunch at Morrisons in Hyde. The fish and chips were a mistake, they resembled a gearbox with so much oil floating around the plate, Urrrgggg…
The wind was still strong, but the temperature had been gradually rising as we crossed the moors at Woodhead, and joined the M1 and M18 at Sheffield and Rotherham, and by the time we dropped down into Doncaster is read 26*C…
Maddie the cat must have recognised the sound of the engine as she left her warm bed in the empty garage and came running up the drive to meet us. Always nice to have someone to welcome us home…
So what about this morning’s run Robert, I hear you say…
Well I poked my head outside the door at six thirty this morning and although warmish, it was just starting to rain. I decided to wear my thinnest of waterproofs but after a couple of miles the rain came faster and I realised I should have chosen a more substantial one…Never mind, after running off some early stiffness I was feeling quite good, so although I had decided on a six miler, I took the right turn up the hill and decided to go for an eight…
The rain continued to hamper my progress, and was beginning to soak through my thin waterproof, I could feel the cold on my shoulders, but as long as my lower back stays dry I can manage that…I was surprised to see a young lady approaching in the opposite direction wearing shorts as short as mine and a smile on her face, we passed the time of day, and with a knowing expression she commented on the good conditions (I think she was being sarcastic) but it certainly brightened my morning and left a happy thought, on that last sodden mile…
Good morning OG Fox…poppin in to see what you are up to this morning. It is going to rain here…I feel like going back to bed…
When does it get too cold to wear shorts where you live OG? Or do you wear them all winter for your runs?
Hello Blueberry, nice to see you here…:hug:
Not much happening in Foxy’s world on Saturday…
A lay in, shopping, and then off to a garden centre for lunch, where the pies are legendary…
Sunday’s are a different kettle though…Up at first light and out on the road for the longest run of the week. Sorry about the rain Blueberry, it’s been very nice here over the last few days. Cold (4*C in the mornings) but clear and sunny with some very nice sunrises while out on the road.
As you can see, running in shorts usually continues all year round in all conditions. There is nothing more waterproof than skin…
Hi Foxy, you have snow???
I am back from Bulgaria, but going to Bristol on Monday.
Ha ha ha…noooooooo Sweetie, Blueberry asked if I wear me shorts all winter, and I said that I did with an example…
Sorry to hear about your incident on the bus to the airport Sweetie, I don’t think I’ll be visiting Bulgaria any time soon, perhaps flying over it…
Bristol looks nice Sweetie, I saw a documentary about it last week and I thought ‘Why have I never been there?’ Except as a courier delivering a parcel. I remember a lot of black people there…whoops…
Take care and have a good time Sweetie…Here’s a hug to put you on…:hug:
I did add a link to that thread. The scam has been going on for years.
We did fly into Bristol once.
This time I have a list of places to go, Fruity knows the place well.
I will take pics. X
Bob haven’t ya bits dropped off yet?? - just askin??
oh yea I can see ya bits have definitely dropped off there Bob! - did it hurt?