At Flint I am not sure whether this is a good sign or not perhaps the Welsh are helping me.
A couple of miles walk down the road towards Prestatyn, I am in a case of deja vu, as I used to live in Greenfield Manchester, I get the joke.
There is also an Uppermill up the road from it, which makes it even more of a home from home. Greenfield, Wales’, claim to fame is an old mill system and Basingwerk Abbey, built in the 12th century.
The road is straight and largely uninteresting until I get onto the coast path once more and come to the Duke Of Lancaster, which I have passed several times in the car, but never seen up close. It once served on the Heysham Belfast route, but has been lain up here since 1979. It was intended to have it as a nightclub, then a large art gallery (well they let graffiti artists loose on it, but at the time of my visit it was being painted black, which I presume it still remains.
I could see Parkgate across the estuary, and could even faintly make out Hilbre on the mouth of the Dee.
A little further down was Mostyn, once a major junction, and now just a signal box and an abandoned station.
The Lletty Hotel had an interesting door.
It is thought this was once a smugglers inn. The Honest Man is supposedly an Englishman who built the hotel, and had to leave quickly, but left money on the table so that the tradesmen were not out of pocket.
The Point of Ayr Colliery was near here and there is a memorial to the miners at Ffynnongroyw (pronounced Fin-On-Grew)
Before catching a bus to Prestatyn, I took in the views of the mouth of the Dee from the railway bridge
A short but productive ten miles, and I am now off the estuary and back onto coast.
Copyright 2019 Allan Russell