"Malltraeth means 'salt marsh' in Welsh and flooding was a regular occurrence until 1818, when Thomas Telford built the impressive embankment known as Malltraeth Cob and the river was canalised. Before this the estuary penetrated far inland and almost cut Anglesey in two."
The perfect day for a perfect paddle. On the water by 9 am. With the sun shining on our faces and the breeze on our back, we quietly made our way out onto Malltreath Sands and followed the channels that would take us out to sea. Swans, Herons and Oyster Catchers were busy going about their business, swooping and diving all around us.
We found a tiny beach to stop for tea and spent a good 15 minutes trying to get my kelly Kettle fired up to boil water for tea... we failed, and so resorted to Philips trusty flask to supply the hot water: Boy scouts we're not! 
We then continued further along the shoreline rock-hopping all the way. With the tide turning it was time to head back, but not until Philip retrieved an interesting piece of flotsam, making his kayak look as if it had developed some strange growth.
We made good time back to Malltreath and arrived at high tide for an easy get-out. Four hours of bliss watching the world go by. It doesn't get much better then this...
