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Conwy by the Sea
I'm happy beside the sea. In the summer hoardes of Mancunians (from Manchester) and Liverpudlians (from Liverpool) descend upon this quaint little fishing town of Conwy in North Wales. At this time of year though, the tourists are outnumbered by the locals.
The skyline of the town is dominated by a turreted castle built around the late 1200s by Edward 1st - it's now classed as a World Heritage Site. If those walls could talk they would tell tales of the struggles between the Welsh and English over the centuries. These days the pleasant singsongy Welsh language is still alive here.
Passing through the archway of the town wall I glimpse the pretty peaceful harbour. My mum and dad made trips here to buy fish fresh from the trawlers on the quayside - commercial fishing is now almost non-existent. I can't say I've ever sampled the fruits of the sea because I've only recently started eating fish!
This is the estuary of the river Conwy. On the distant shore stands Deganwy.
So this is where the party's at?! Perhaps not!
On the quay is this teeny weeny house .It's 3.1 metres high (just over 10 feet) and I remember visiting it as a child. I honestly thought that a really tall man of giant proportions lived there at that time - this would be my imagination running riot! But it seems it was inhabited until 1900 by a local tall fisherman. During the summer months, a lady in traditional Welsh costume stands outside to take the money from visiting tourists. Yes people really do pay to poke their heads through the doorway!
I enjoy exploring around the fishing pots and nets. I'm not too sure what is caught here.
I like how this seagull is elegantly pointing a foot! I worry and wonder what on earth has happened to Helen the First….
...and then I notice an interesting traditional boat restoration project. Helen II, it seems, is a nobby!
The original bridge here was one of the first road suspension bridges in the world built by Thomas Telford. In the 1940s when my dad visited as a little boy on a charabanc he recalled having to walk across because the bridge couldn't take the weight of the bus and the passengers.
A more robust bridge was built in the 1950s. I spot this interesting rippled sandbank and so cross the bridge to take a closer look.
The light is perfect. I wish that I had my tripod with me and that the bridge was less wobbly with the passing traffic. One day I'll return better prepared.
I take a deep breath of the fresh sea air before I head off home.
And as per usual no walk is complete without testing the local tea shop. I enjoy traditional Welsh Rarebit - a sort of mustardy cheese on toast… and very yummy too. I've even sourced a recipe for you here!
PS a Nobby is a prawner boat!
I hope you enjoyed my walk around the little welsh harbour at Conwy. I'll leave the castle for another day...
Thank you so much for visiting!
Please feel free to add your walk to my link-up below. It's very easy to do!
A lovely walk around the harbor. That house is so interesting and that people pay money to poke their head in the door is even more interesting. I try to remember to take my tripod most of the time, it is even better when I just leave it in the car.
I linked up today as I missed last week's. Just had to send you a pic of our "hare" - rabbit. It was so funny - when I read your mention of Welsh Rarebit I shuddered as I can't bring myself to eat rabbit. Ever. All my pals rave on about it but I'm sorry. No. Anywho, my eyes refocussed and I read the correct rarebit and did click on it. Yummy.
I live by the sea as you know and am struck by the age of your buildings. You are indeed blessed. Ours are so very, very new. However our gulls look JUST like yours!
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