|Coastal supremo and Trident Minder, Bob Smith, heading for Caernarfon this morning|
As we strolled along I picked up a few stories about his first 200 miles, which I'd like to share.
What's the experience that sticks in the mind most over the last couple of weeks?Bob: Losing the Trident...We stopped at the Spar shop in Conwy to buy lunch. Half an hour later when we stopped for our picnic we realised it was missing and had to run back. We were mightily relieved to find that it was where we left it, leaning against the wall.
What's the most bizarre moment?
Bob: without doubt, it's where my fellow volunteer George suddenly grabbed the trident and headed out to sea at Trearddur Bay on Anglesey to do a passable impression of Neptune.
|Neptune rising from the waves. Brrr!|
What was the most shocking incident?
Bob: I was walking along a street in Prestatyn when a woman drinking cider took one look at my trident and shouted "Fork Off!", or at least that what I think she said.