After Llandudno comes Colwyn bay, a huge expanse of sand with the sea twinking in the sunlight somewhere in the distance, then Kimmel Bay with it's rows and rows of holiday chalets, then Rhyl.
What Llandudno has in the way of refined, staid dignity
so Rhyl makes up for with a cheap tacky seafront. So-called "Casino's" (slot machine halls) abound, as does chips and burgers and the remains of chips and burgers and whatever was used to package them in.
Next is Prestatyn which seems to want to compete
with Rhyl for who can be the most tackiest.
After Prestatyn any hope of seeing the sea disappears. This is the Dee estuary which consist of watery channels making their way through tidal sandbanks.
The next few miles are heavily industrialised
as Wales is left for England and not wanting to write reams on petrochemical plants I used the fast motorway network to deposit myself into the Wirral, that spit of land jutting out between the estuaries of the Dee and Mersey.
The Northern, Mersey
side of the Wirral is dominated by the town and port of Birkenhead so I followed the deeside to West Kirby and Hoylake on the northern tip. A pleasant but not outstanding spot, west kirby has a marina made by an artificial lake and hoylake has a golf course
and a couple of rather posh hotels.