Anglesey B&Bs

More About B&Bs on Anglesey

So ask, then go. Take a boat out from Beaumaris to Puffin Island, where the grey seals haul out on the rocks. Pick a stretch of the coast path — every section can be done using the bus, so you need not double back to the car. Then let the evening go slowly at Rhosneigr or Trearddur Bay while the light comes off the sea.

Beaumaris sits on the Menai Strait, Benllech and Moelfre are down the east coast, Rhosneigr and Trearddur Bay are out west, and Cemaes is north where it goes quiet. The rooms range from farmhouses with a few hundred acres behind them to village guest houses a short walk from the sand.

Anglesey is an island, so the story of staying here begins with getting here. Before the Strait was bridged you either waited for low tide and walked out across the Lavan Sands, or you trusted a ferry — and the ferries drowned people. Fifty-four were lost at Abermenai in December 1785, one man left alive on the mast. Thirty had gone at Tal y Foel in 1723, and fourteen more on the Lavan Sands in 1842.

That changed on 30 January 1826, when Telford’s suspension bridge opened across the Menai Strait: a 579-foot span hung on sixteen iron chains, set high enough for a sailing ship to pass underneath. The run from London to Holyhead dropped from thirty-six hours to twenty-seven. The bridge turned two hundred years old this January.

The railway came next. Stephenson’s Britannia Bridge opened to traffic in October 1850, and by 1853 the line ran west past Valley. Then in 1909 a branch reached the coast at Benllech and Red Wharf Bay, carrying the longest platform on the route. It closed to passengers in 1930 and the track was lifted in 1953, but the old station house still stands on the approach road, and Benllech has been putting visitors up since.

What that leaves you with is an island with a great deal of sea moving round it. The tide here is big — better than six metres between high and low on the east coast at springs — and it decides a good deal of what you can do. Whole sections of the coast path are simply shut at high tide — the Alaw estuary, the crossing at Four Mile Bridge — and the beach walks along that eastern shore disappear altogether on a spring tide.

Which is the practical case for a B&B over an anonymous room: your host has the tide table in their head. Ask at breakfast and you get sent out at the right hour — onto Red Wharf Bay, say, which drains to about four miles of flat sand worked over by oystercatchers and curlews, and is gone again a few hours later.

A lot of what comes out at breakfast is from the island. Welsh Black cattle are bred here, mussels are still farmed out in the Strait, and down at Brynsiencyn Hooton’s rears its own beef, lamb and pork and took a Rural Wales award in 2025. The coast path itself opened in 2006 and runs about 130 miles right round the island, beginning and ending at Holyhead. Most people take it a section at a time, which is more or less what a week in a B&B is for.