So, the day started grey and drizzly and everything with any sense was tucked away waiting for it to ease a bit. You couldn't even see across the straits and if anyone had said there were mountains over there you would probably have called them a liar if you didn't know any better. And so I arrived at the dreaded Cichle Hill which had me beaten last time. This time I took it really slow and persistence won the day. As the elevation increased the clouds were slowly starting to lift and you could see the dark silhouette of Penrhyn Castle looming in the gloom across the straits.
Today I took a new footpath and after the quiet of the roads there was plenty of twittering in the trees overhead and the sodden brown leaves underfoot dampened the sound of my footfall. I can't remember now if there were 4 or 5 stiles/kissing gates and I'm never really sure if they help or hinder progress. On the one hand it gives you brief pause to catch your breath a little but on the other hand it breaks your stride and it was here I took a 30 sec walking break. Either that or the gain in elevation was telling on my little leggies
Just as I was thinking I really didn't want to do any more uphill bits came the wonderful Baron Hill. Boy was that glorious running! Down past the empty, beautifully manicured golf course on one side and the prehistoric screech of jays in the trees on the other. Past the church with gravestones arranged in neat rows and on down towards the main road.
I'm never too sure about running this bottom road from Beaumaris and certainly wouldn't do it on a week day. I've done it once before but as this is part of the Anglesey HM route it was certainly worth doing again. There are some sections of the road that have no pavements and where there are any they are very narrow. I had to flatten myself against the wall a few times as the winding road makes visibility difficult but generally it was pretty quiet.
I love this time of year. The changing colours of the trees and what is left of the canopy above giving enough shelter from the drizzle to keep the brown leaves crunching underfoot, A child's paradise of fallen conkers and neglected apple trees with fallers strewn across the road. On past the gothic towers of Plas Rhianfa and you know your run is almost done.
Really pleased with this one and chuffed to bits to get a new PB for 10K somewhere along my 12.75K route