Those following on a map will recognise the distance and be impressed but truth is I only walked the 8 plus miles from Talacre to Rhyl which is the coast. I felt justified in missing out Connahs Quay, Flint and Mostyn having experienced the Dee Estuary from the Wirral side. I was disappointed not to walk into Wales just outside Chester but I was on the no.11 bus. Going backwards to the start of the day at Chester's Backpacker's Hostel, I was up before the 3 Bulgarians tired out from working in a local chicken factory and the loud American whose voice I could hear whilst taking a shower on the floor below. He then snored loudly so it was earplugs time. I did walk all around the wall of the city in the only sun that shone today. It confirmed my opinion that Chester is a must-visit on anyone's tourist route. So, cut to the end of my bus trip which was Talacre. It was the first of a series of large holiday camps along this coast which stretches to Rhyl and which is a playground for Liverpool and the potteries. At Prestatyn I stopped for tea where I met Christopher and Paul. They were struggling with the Times crossword and I struggled fighting my corner against two gentlemen of the same age but who knew each other very well and for a long time. It was fun. Christopher was unsure about inviting me to stay at his house in Rhyl but at least gave me his phone number just in case. I got to Rhyl then phoned so here I am, a few drinks later after champagne and whiskey. It is very kind of them to give me hospitality because Rhyl made me decidedly nervous. I went to the Co-op and there was a scene with a drunk. I went next door for a meal in the pub and the police came in to get witness statements on the drunk. I went out for a smoke and was asked by a youth for a cigarette. I refused on the grounds that he was already smoking and was accused of being one of them. Two elderly people left the pub shaking their heads saying that Rhyl was finished. Can the millions to be spent on refurbishment solve the obvious problems?